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She's never in there before afternoon sometime. Oh, what about her room? That's where I was supposed to meet her, Mr. Dillon. But she ain't there, and nobody's saw her. Nobody I talked to, anyway. Well, she'll be around. It's not to be where she says she'll be. I don't get so worried, Chester. It can't be that important. Well, it's pretty important to me. Oh? Yes, sir. I got a date tonight with a little girl who worked over at the Alfa-Gamza. Oh, what's that got to do with Kitty? Well, my only pair of good pants got busted, Mr. Dillon, and Miss Kitty was patching them up for me. She told me to come pick them up today just for noon. Now, what are you worried? Is this a new girl that you got, Chester? Yes, sir. Well, she's new to me. A little southern gal with a mouthful of honey, Mr. Dillon. Honey, huh? Well, that makes a good bait for old bears like you. Oh, Mr. Dillon, I ain't no bear. Not really. Hello, Mac. Hello, Doctor. Hello, Doc. How are you? Oh, I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long, Matt. Well, that's okay, Doc. Now I won't have to worry if I'm the one that's late next time. Huh? I'm not the one that's late. Oh, you're not? No. Kitty is. Kitty? Yes, she said yesterday she'd be in at noon. Wanted me to look at a tooth that's been bothering her, and I promise I'd be there, but I can't wait forever. Oh, it seems like Kitty's late all the way around today, doesn't she? I was supposed to see her, too, Doc, but I can't find your notebook. Well, it doesn't matter. She's probably sleeping in for a change. No, she ain't. I've been to her room. Nobody saw her around there at all. Is that so? She said she'd be there. Well, come to think of it, it's not like Kitty. When she says she'll be there, she's there, and kindly worries me. Now, you two couldn't all worked up over nothing. Kitty isn't that clock-like. Well, then where is she, Matt? I don't know where she is. Kitty's a big girl. She can take care of herself. Now, stop worrying about her. Hey, here comes Sam Noonan. Maybe he knows where she's at. Well, how would he know? Well, Miss Kitty works for him at the long branch, don't you? Sure, but Sam doesn't keep her on a string. Her time's her own. Good morning, gentlemen. Hello, Sam. How are you, Sam? Sam, you ain't seen Miss Kitty around today, have you? No, Chester, I ain't. Notice you men standing here thought I'd come ask you. You mean that you're looking forward to? She was going to come to the long branch about 10 o'clock. Went down early to meet her and she ain't showed up yet, Marshal. Oh, 10 o'clock's pretty early for Kitty, isn't it, Sam? Sure, but she was doing it as a favor to me. I wanted to get started repainting the place and she was going to give me some ideas about making it real fancy. She said she'd be there and I got a man waiting to go to work on it this afternoon. You know, it beats me. Kitty takes one morning off and everybody and dodges out looking for it. Well, I don't know about everybody else, Marshal, but I do know when Kitty says she'll do something. She does it. That's just what we've been saying, Sam. Where do you think she's got to, anyway? I ain't going looking for it. Chester, I've just been waiting. Matt. Yeah, what, Doc? Kitty might miss one appointment, but she'd never in the world miss three. Uh, who saw her last? You, Sam? What time did she leave the long branch last night? It was early, Marshal. It was real early. Oh, why? Where did she go? Well, she was talking to some dude from back east. I never saw him before, and they both disappeared about ten o'clock. I don't know where they went. She didn't come back? That's the last I've seen of her. Who is this dude, do you know his name? No, I don't. He was a tall, thin fella. Fancy clothes. That's all I know. I don't trust him, dudes. I never did. Well, maybe we better find him and talk to him. Well, where are we going to find him? The Dodge House, Chester. 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Kitty doesn't carry money on her, Chester. Well, she wears jewelry. She's also over 21 years old and she's got enough sense not to let anybody knock her on the head. And if he did, I suppose somebody to found her, but now... Yeah, sure. Hey, look. Is Mr. Dobie himself at the desk in there? Oh, good. Oh, Mr. Dobie. Are you Dobie? Now, don't tell me the Dodge House is taking in another gunman. You're going to shoot the place up again. Well, that wouldn't happen so often if you'd make your guests check their guns, Dobie. Kind of people come in here to take the army to do that. That's a poor rule anyway. A man can always hide a gun. Or a knife? It's not that kind of a man I'm looking for this time, Dobie. It's an Easterner, some dude. What's his name? Well, I don't know his name, but he's tall and thin. He's sort of a fancy dresser. He's new to Dodge. Maybe that fella Rackmil. Rackmil? He fits your description, but he sure didn't look like no troublemaker to me. What's he done? I don't know, Dobie. I don't know. Maybe nothing. Is he in his room? No. No, he ain't. Funny thing. Now you mention it. Clerk told me this morning that Rackmil didn't come in at all last night. He didn't? I didn't think nothing about it till now. Oh, you know how some fellas are. They get to play in cards or something. He ain't up to no good, Mr. Dillon. I just know he knows. Dobie, what do you know about him? I told you all I know. He'd come here day before yesterday, said he was traveling around, seeing the West. I don't think he's working. He don't act sharp enough to be a gambler. Okay, Dobie. Thanks. Thanks very much. Look, if he does come in, don't say anything about my being here, will you? Not a word, Marshal. But I sent somebody after you if you want. Good. Good. I got to go find that clerk. I ain't paying him for me to stand here all day. Well, what are we going to do now, Mr. Dillon? Uh... Like I tell you, Chester, you go down and check the stage, huh? I'm going to go over to the depot, and I'll see you back at the office. You think you might have kidnapped her? Well, we'll know when we find her, Chester. Anything, Chester? Hello, Doc. Hello, Matt. Nobody ain't seen him at the stage office, Mr. Dillon. There's only one stage out today, and that left this morning, and they wasn't on it. Matt, I didn't think there would be. What about the train? Did they leave on that? Well, they remember Rackmill when he came in the other day, but, uh, he hasn't bought any ticket to leave. Then he must be somewhere in Dodge, Matt. I stopped by Miss Kitty's room. I'm way back, Mr. Dillon. She ain't been in yet. You know, they tell me back in New York, some policemen do nothing but look for people that are missing. That's how many disappear all the time. Do they find them, Doc? Sometimes. Yes, of course. They always check the city moored first. Oh, that's where they find a lot of them. People have got killed, you mean? Well, some just fall down and die on the streets. Heart seizure, you know, something like that kind of hits them. But, of course, a lot of them are victims of murder, or killing one kind of, you know, fights and things like that. Yeah, it must happen a lot. They've got so many people living there. It does, but it can happen anywhere, Chester. Only in New York, they're better organized to locate people that are missing them and don't come home when they should. Always check the moored first, huh? Yeah, oh, that's the best place. It saves a lot of time and trouble. Hey, we ought to have a moored here in Dodge. Oh, whatever. Yeah, we don't need one, but Dodge isn't big enough for a moored. Oh, I guess it ain't. And besides, people don't come up missing here very often. Well, if you two well-wishers have got the moored problem settled, I'd like to say something. Well, surely, Matt, go ahead. If Kitty was in Dodge, we'd have heard from her by now. I'm presuming she's alive, of course, Doc, if that doesn't go too much against your theory. Oh, of course she is. Well, of course she's alive. I was telling Chester about things back east, that's all. And if she's left, Dodge, and she didn't go by stage or by train, then there's only one other way that she could have gone, isn't it? You mean she walked? That'd be about as likely as you walk in somewhere, Chester. I don't know why I didn't think about it before. Let's go down to the stable. I didn't think about them going horseback either, Mr. Dillon. I guess maybe it's because I say that fellow racknodes a dude. Horses don't seem his style. We don't know that much about him, Chester. What if he went alone? What if he didn't take Miss Kitty with him after all? Hell, he can go anywhere he wants to. Alone? I don't see Moss Grimmick no worries. Hey, Moss! He's laying in that stall over there, Mr. Dillon. He's been sleeping too much. Chester, you woke me up. I'm sorry to bother you, Moss, but I got to talk to you. Trouble, Marshal? Well, I don't know. But if there is, maybe you can help me. Always willing to help, Marshal. Tell me, have you rented out any horses lately, Moss? Last night or today? No, I haven't. Business has been mighty slow all week, Marshal. Oh, you haven't. Are you sure? Well, you mean saddle horses, don't you? Yeah, yeah, sure. I thought so. No matter who makes a getaway in a buggy, is he? In a buggy? More than you rent buggies? Not often, but I did last night. White golly, I'm glad you reminded me. He ain't brought it back yet. That fellow still got my buggy, Marshal. Who was it, Moss? Some stranger I never saw him before. Was he an Easterner? Me from around here, not in them clothes. Did he have anybody with him? Yeah. Yeah, he had a girl. She went outside for a mind and pain, no attention to her. It was a good moon last night, and it was going for a little drive. But I wanted my horse and buggy back, Marshal. You think they went and stole it? Tell me, Moss, did he say where they were going? He said something about Indian Spring. He asked me how far it was, I told him 20 miles. He figured that was too far, but he said maybe they drive down the hard way. What do I do, Marshal? Oh, what time was it when they took the buggy? 10 o'clock, maybe. You know, there's nothing down toward Indian Spring, I know of, Mr. Dillon. There's hardly even any ranches down there. They must have run into trouble of some kind. Maybe you'll have to, Marshal. I'll tell you. I didn't bother to mention it since they wasn't going far, but one of the iron rims is off the left wheel on that buggy. Could be they hit a rock and the wheel busted. Yeah, maybe, but it doesn't take all night and half a day to walk 20 miles. But don't worry about your buggy, Moss. We'll find it. Along with the traditional pleasures of the holiday, many a filter tip smoker has discovered a new pleasure. He's received his first carton of L&M's. If it happened to you and you've started to smoke those L&M's, you know how they stand out from all the rest. You're enjoying the incomparable taste of highest quality tobaccos. Best flavor ever to come through a filter. You've discovered that no filter compares with L&M's pure, quite easy drawing miracle tip. Yes, if someone gave you L&M's for Christmas, you've got the best because L&M's got everything. There was no trail going to Indian Spring, so all we could do was start out in the general direction and then ride back and forth across the prairie till we found the buggy tracks. That took an hour, but from then on it was easy. We covered the first 10 miles fast, so fast that we almost missed where the buggy had stopped and a woman's footprints led away from it. We followed these for a mile or two, and then up ahead we suddenly saw puffs of smoke coming from a clump of box elder Indian style. That must be Miss Kitty in there, Mr. Dillon. Yeah. At least she's signaling her what. Thought it looks like it. And then she must be in trouble. Maybe. That rack mill fellow must have put her out and just left her to starve. Now why would he do a thing like that? Well, he's not going to get far enough in that buggy for me not to ask him personally, trust him. But first, we'll take care of Kitty. There she is. She sees us. She's waving. Hi, Miss Kitty. She's all right, Mr. Dillon. She ain't hurt. Oh, look. Over every morning, she's been using a petticoat to make them smoke signals with. No, we tracked him, Miss Kitty. Sure is good to see you. What's the matter with your ankle, Kitty? Oh, no, I turned it. It's not that swollen. How'd you know? Well, I could tell by your tracks back there that you were favoring it. I never noticed that. Well, that's why I had to stop walking that. I knew it would get worse, and I'd never make dodge on it. I figured I was better off here than out in the prairie where I couldn't even build a fire. Well, I was smart of you, Kitty. Now look, you can ride on one of our horses back and we'll go double, huh? And this skirt? Oh. Well, uh, one of us can wait here with you while the other one goes and fetches a buggy, okay? No, that'll take too long. I'll make it. I can ride side-saddle if we don't go too fast. Okay. You must be hungry. You know, we didn't think to bring anything to eat. I'm starved. At least I've had water. There's a tiny little spring under that rock over there. Yeah. You're, uh, lucky you had matches, too. I wish I'd had a gun. It's alive with rabbits around here. Well, you could've trapped some if you had to stay here long enough. Um, I'll show you how someday. Thanks. I hope I never need to know how. Oh, Chester. Well, you go get our hat and stuff and then throw some sand on that fire. All right, sir. And I'll have me a drink of water while I'm at it. Then we'll get started for dodge, kitty. Yeah, the sooner we get there, the sooner you can eat. A side of beef and a sack of potatoes will make a good start. And I come to think of it. I, uh, missed dinner myself. I'll join you. I'm sorry I'm so much trouble, ma'am. Well, as you're safe, you know, you had everybody worried. Me and Chester and Doc and Sam Nuneau. I know. I've been thinking about it. Matt, I turned up missing, so you got around and finally tracked me down clear out here in the prairie and find me standing around on one foot and a bunch of little trees playing Indian. And you don't even ask me how I got here. I know how you got here. Well, sure, of course. With Jim Lackmill and that little buggy partway anyhow. But that's not what I mean, ma'am. Well, if he'd been out to kidnap or murder you, I guess you'd have mentioned it before this, wouldn't you? Those are silly. I feel like a fool telling that. Well, go ahead and say it. It can't be that bad. Lackmill's an Easterner. He's never been out here before. We got to talking. He said he'd like to see the prairie and the moonlight. It was my idea. We ran a buggy and took a drive for an hour or so. Anything to get out of that smoky saloon for a while. So we did. And he tried to hold your hand. And you got mad. And you slapped him. And you jumped down and you started walking. How'd you know that? I know you, kitty. You know, sometimes you've got a terrible temper. Well, I paid for it this time. Honest, Matt, that's all he did. Tried to hold my hand. I believe it. You know, but you'd have been smarter if you just slapped him and let it go at that. You could have ridden back to dodge and style. Why do I have to act like a schoolgirl, Matt? I don't know, kitty. Some people grow up slow. But I'll tell you one thing. It's a lot better than growing up too fast. Oh, thanks for that anyway, Matt. Hey, look how he honed him, Mr. Diller. Look what's coming. What? It's Rackmill and the buggy. I forgot all about him. When has he been all this time? Well, looks like we ain't going to have to run him down after all, don't we? I didn't do anything, Chester. He tried to hold my hand. Well, he sure looks wild now. Now listen, you two. You stay out of this. Leave Rackmill to me. I'll handle him. Uh, come on, Chester. Let's ease up those saddles, huh? Yes, sir. Miss Kitty, are you all right? Am I all right? I've been going crazy trying to find you. It was dark and you disappeared so fast, and then I finally saw the smoke a while ago. You did, huh? How'd you know that smoke wasn't Indian? Well, I didn't know. In fact, I thought it must be. I had to make sure, Miss Kitty. Well, dude, you're a pretty brave man, Mr. Rackmill. Oh, I knew it wasn't Indians as soon as I saw them. Have they been bothering you, Miss Kitty? What? Come on, Miss Kitty, get in the buggy. Aren't you forgetting I got out of that buggy once. We'll talk about it later. Take my arm. Take it. I'll say one thing, Mr. Rackmill. You're sure right about going crazy. Please, Miss Kitty. No, I like it here. I've been real comfortable. I'm going to stay, learn how to trap rabbits. I may decide to live here, Mr. Rackmill. No, no, no, you don't understand. Miss Kitty, we're all alone, way out in a prairie. I don't like the looks of those men. I've got to get you out of here. You've got to get me out of here. You! Please be sensible before it's too late. It's already too late. Now, get in your buggy and go on back to Dodge. You can find it. I can find it all right. I promise you I can. Come, Miss Kitty. Which way is Dodge? Well, why, it's right back there. You're pointing towards Texas. Well, it doesn't matter. We'll find it. I won't leave you here, Miss Kitty. I don't care how mad you get. Oh, I'm getting mad again, huh? It doesn't matter. I don't blame you for last night. I apologize. I shouldn't have tried to hold your hand. I just lost myself for a moment. That's all. It won't happen again. I promise you, but I am not going to leave you here. Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Rackmill. I've been unfair. I do have a bad temper, you know. Yes, I know. And you write about those two. They are a pretty tough-looking pair, aren't they? They're coming back. As a matter of fact, they do look more like desperadoes than lawmen. Lawmen? Mr. Rackmill, this is Marshall Dillon of Dodge City, Kansas. Marshall Dillon? And that's Chester Powerfoot. How do you do? Oh. How do you do? It's OK, Rackmill. We're not after you. Well, I didn't know that she knew you. I mean, I thought you were strangers. No, no, we're not strangers. In fact, we rode out here to find Kitty. I've been trying to find her, too. All night and all day, I've been driving around, around. Now, wait a minute. You may not going to make all this my fault. I only did what any lady had to do. Kitty, you do a lot better if you get something to eat. Eat? What are we standing around here for? Matt, well, you and Chester ride along with us? Sure we will, Kitty. And Mr. Rackmill, when we get to Dodge, maybe you'll have supper with us. That's very kind of you, Miss Kitty. Good. Now, if you'll hold my hand, you can help me into the buggy. Our star, William Conrad. Thank you, George. Speaking for all the folks who make and sell Chester fields as well as L&M filters, Ligard and Myers Tobacco Company. They're 1,300,000 retail dealers and more than 6,000 wholesale distributors. I sincerely hope this is the merriest Christmas ever for you. And those close to you. Sound patterns by Tom Handley and Ray Kemper. Featured in the cast were John Daener, James Nusser, Barney Phillips and Vic Perrin. Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNeer is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal, fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in guns smoke. What keeps a family happy? You'll agree if you look at the happiest families you know that it takes more than dads paying the bills. 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