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That's pretty fancy for Dodge. Yeah. Those are a couple of dudes if I ever saw any. Oh, green squad. Hi, Matt. Hello, Doc. Hello, Kitty. I haven't even seen them, Kitty. Hello. Marshal Dillon, Doc Adams. It's a sand old sprig in Cliffs and Bunker. Hello. Quite a wagon you gentlemen have. We brought it with us, Doctor, on the train. We've been all over the country around here in that Surrey. Haven't we, Bunker? What are you? Prospecties? No, Doc. We're writers, Doctor, from New York. Writers? Did you ever read anything by Ned Buntline? Oh, then you're not reporters. You write make-believe stories. Well, we want to write true stories, Doctor, but there doesn't seem to be much material around here. I'm kind of disappointed there hasn't been a gunfight since they arrived, and every Indian in Kansas seems to be growing old on a reservation. We're not going to get any stories this way. You mentioned that writer, Ned Buntline, Mr. Sprig. I met him once through Jim Bridger. Oh, yes, he wrote a lot of stories about Jim Bridger's adventures. Mm-hmm. Most of them were lies. They made Bridger look like a fool. They also made Jim Bridger famous, Marshall. Like Wyatt Earp? Buntline wrote about him, too. Anything wrong with being famous? I guess it depends how you get that way, Mr. Sprig. Yeah, go stir him up some Indians, man. A few massacred families out here would... Oh, that'd make nice reading in New York. Yeah. Uh, let's go get a drink, Kitty. Uh, you two go ahead. I'll join you. All right. Good day, gentlemen, gentlemen. Well, you were a great help. What do you care about them, Kitty? I don't think a series of stories in New York papers would hurt Dodge, honey, do you? Oh, oh, she's thinking of business, man. I keep forgetting she's half owner of the long bench now. So that's it, huh? Of course it is. I don't want anybody killed, but you might at least be polite to them. Haven't got time, Kitty. What? I gotta write up the Hayes City tomorrow. 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You know that I blame them, man. Riding them terrible McClellan saddles. I think they've been ahead, Chester. They must've had a fight. Right by Golly, I think you're right. Let's pull up. Some of them boys has wounded. And look there. A couple of them tied across their saddles. They're dead. I think I know that Lieutenant, Chester. Yeah, it's the Lieutenant Bain. What in the world do you suppose has happened? What in the world do you suppose has happened? Cut for the air! Morning, Marshal. Indians. Chief, Little Hawk. Little Hawk. The Barney. Haven't you heard, Marshal? What? I've been to Hayes City for a week. Little Hawk and Forty Braves jumped reservation four or five days ago. He's one of the most peaceful chiefs in Kansas, Lieutenant. Look at my patrol, Marshal. Two dead and half a dozen wounded. I don't understand it. Neither does anybody else. They wiped out a family over on Walnut Creek yesterday, and he hit us this morning. You're the only cavalry in the field? Yeah. Funny thing, you picked up Little Hawk's trail right here, Marshal. Right out of that grove of trees. Huh? It's a pointed burrowing ground. Guess he stopped there to make medicine or something. Well, see you at the dance, Marshal. Yeah, Lieutenant. I'm sorry it happened. So am I. Hey, buddy! You want to eat graveyard? Not exactly a graveyard, Chelsea. Well, what is it then? You'll see. Some platforms on it. I've heard of that. They bury people up in the air on them platforms. Don't they? These is all new, Mr. Dillon. At least they're empty. There ain't no corpses laying on. Little Hawk must have come by here to pick up his dead and take him with him. What for? I don't know. They must have been in an awful hurry. Look at that platform over there. Uh-huh. It's half tore down. Yeah, I noticed it. The rest of them ain't. No. I declare, I don't feel right here, Mr. Dillon. Neither do I, Chester. Like, come on, let's go. Solid out a lot. Yeah, sir. She wants you, Mr. Dillon. I'll join you at the bar, Chester. All right, sir. Say, Allison. Yes, sir. Matt? Since noon, Kitty. I had a lot of business at the bank. Oh? Well, not personal business, you understand. Matt, uh, you remember Sprig and Bunker? No. Those dudes still in town. Matt, they want to talk to you. Now, Kitty, their stories aren't going to put dodge on the map. It's already there. Texas cattled at it, not New York writers. Please, Matt, I'm asking you. If you're going to turn female. You forget I'm part owner of this place now. I can have you thrown out. Yeah. I'd sure be talking to those two. Right there, Matt, at that table. You see them? No. Well, then walk around a while. You'll find them. I'm going to talk to Chester. Good evening, gentlemen. Marshal Dillon. Sit down, Marshal. Sit down. All right. Marshal, we've got a proposition to make to you. Do you tell them, Sprig? Well, Marshal, we heard about those Indians. Some soldiers from Fort Dodge were in here a while ago. And? We want to find them. What are you talking about, Sprig? Well, I don't mean find them, exactly, but the next time they attack some settler, we want to be the first to get there. That way, we'd really see what it's like, Marshal. Maybe we could even talk to the survivors, if there are any. We'll pay you well. They may fold what? Well, guiding us, for taking us there. What do you say, Marshal? You want me to guide a couple of bulges like you? That's uncalled for, Marshal. Why don't you go back to New York, huh? They got plenty of corpses there, and they're a whole lot prettier than anything the Indians might leave for you. Now, look here, Marshal. There's no getting along with him at all, Sprig. Oh, you certainly didn't talk to them very long, Matt. Is that my drink, Chester? No, it ain't. No, it ain't. It ain't. It's my... It's... Be sure now. Pour yourself another one. Now, buy it. Well, thank you. I don't mind if I do. Oh, uh... Missy, don't look at this little guy, though. This kid has been showing me. They had it hung up behind the bar there. See, it's all carved out of bone. Here, let me see that, Chester. It's interesting, isn't it, Matt? Where does it come from, Kitty? Well, it's an Indian totem of some kind. Sprig and Bunker brought it in. Sprig and Bunker? They're bringing it to us to hang behind the bar. I'll go with them, Chester. Well, I'll go with them. Where did your men get this totem? We've had enough of you for tonight, Marshal. Well, I want to know where you got this totem, Sprig. You're joking me. Then tell me. We got it from a soldier. A soldier? What soldier? A private from Fort Dodge. And it was Roger Harlow. We bought it. Not the Fort Dodge on the morning. And time to wake up, Major Honeyman. Marshal B Company moved out yesterday. My judgment of the situation is that they'll make almost immediate contact. I see, Major. But I don't like your insinuation that the cavalry is responsible for a little hawk jumping reservation. Well, I admit Garrison life's dull, but no soldier in my command had won action that badly. Where's your proof, Marshal? Right here, Major. This is a Pawnee totem. It's more than that, Major. It's a Fox clan totem. Little hawk's clan? Yeah. Well, I've told you where I think it came from. Now, let's get that private in here and settle this, huh? Marshal, I'll feed him the little hawk if this is true. Oh, Sergeant! Sergeant Grimes! Oh, uh, what'd you say his name is? Harlow. Roger Harlow. Yes, Major? Now, Sergeant, you pride yourself on knowing every man at Fort Dodge. As regimental sergeant, I consider it my duty, sir. What company is Private Roger Harlow assigned to? Private Roger Harlow? Yes, that's right. He knew Roger Harlow on this post, Major. Never had been. Listening to gun smoke. In your kitchen? Getting ready for a Sunday supper? Maybe in your living room, relaxing? Or out driving? Hey, be sure and watch the road. But remember there's pleasure ahead when you smoke Chesterfield. When you satisfy yourself with Chesterfield's better taste than mildness. It stands to reason. A cigarette made better and packed better smokes better, tastes better. And Chesterfield is more perfectly packed by Accuray. This electronic miracle removes human error in cigarette manufacture. So Accuray Chesterfield is firm and pleasing to the lips. Mild, yet deeply satisfying. Yes, Chesterfield gives you something no other cigarette can give you. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. To the touch, to the taste. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed by Chesterfield. Mild, yet they satisfy the most. Did you find Sprig and Bunker last night? No. We finally learned at the stable they drove out of Dodge in that Surrey yesterday morning. You going after them? Yeah, as soon as Chester comes with our horses. What do you think they're up to now, man? I wish I knew, Doc. They ought to be hung. Hey, Doc. Look over there. Come under the plaza. You won't have to write after them now. Them and their fancy Surrey. Yep, Matt. What do you got? Your toes, Sprig. Now. We saw it, Marshall. We saw practically all of it. It was exciting. And with no help from you... Oh, it was magnificent. The cavalry really got their own back this time. What are you talking about? The Indians. The cavalry practically wiped them out. What? Yesterday, Marshall, just before dark. We were driving along the Ark, Kansas and heard all that gunfire and commotion up ahead. And we got there just in time to see what few Indians were left running for their lives. They killed all but half a dozen of them, and they got that chief little log, too. You saw this. Well, now, Marshall, we wouldn't be making it up, would we? And I might add that it's about time we saw something around here. You know, Sprig, I was talking to Doc Adams over there when you drove in. You know what he'd like to see? No. He'd like to see you and Bunker hung. Why? That's so what I am. What's the matter with you, Marshall? Why did you tell me a soldier gave you that totem? Oh, you. You found out. Why did you lie about it? Because you were choking me and because I didn't know what you'd do next. Or why? Why? You men rubbed upon a grave. You stole a totem, a totem of Little Hawk's clan. That's all we took. Who cares about a savage idol, anyway? Little Hawk did. He went on a war path. Marshall, over a fool thing like that? Marshall, you're not standing up for a blood-thirsty red skin, are you? I knew Little Hawk, Sprig. He was a good chief. He was a brave man and a peaceful one. Till you shamed him. Well, he's not shamed now, Marshall. He's a good Indian. You get out, buddy. You get out today. Enough men have died because of you. And you go back to New York and when you get there, you'll write a story about a Marshall who'd have liked nothing better than handing you over to Little Hawk. If he were still alive. In a moment, our star, William Conrad. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. A cigarette made better and packed better, smokes better, tastes better. And Chesterfield is more perfectly packed by Accuray. This electronic miracle removes human error in cigarette manufacture. So Accuray Chesterfield is firm and pleasing to the lips. Chesterfield, mild, yet they satisfy the most. You know, there's a saying on the frontier, kick and won't get you nowhere, unless you're a mule. Well, next week, a man complains that somebody's trying to kill him and isn't believed until it happens. But that was the West. Good night. Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. Our story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John Mustin, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Harry Bartell, John Daener, Joseph Kearns, Lou Krugman, and Ralph Moody. Harley Bear as Chester, Howard McNeer as Doc, and Georgia Ellis as Kitty. Live modern, smoke L&M. Live modern, change to L&M. Only with L&M can you enjoy the full, exciting flavor of today's finest tobaccos through the modern miracle of the pure white miracle tip. So light up, free up. Let your taste come alive. Live modern, smoke L&M. Live modern, change to L&M. Join us again next week for another specially transcribed story on Gunsmoke.