 There's no Dodd 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, and the story of a man who moved with it. 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. Civil War began in 1861. There was no special services, and the chaplain's corps was in its infancy. The serviceman, sick or well, in the field or in the hospital, was left to his own devices during his free time. Then, the YMCA's United States Christian Commission was organized with the approval and support of President Lincoln. Some 5,000 volunteers, men and women, gave spiritual, moral and medical relief to soldiers and sailors of both sides as well as prisoners of war. $6 million were raised to furnish supplies and do the work. They saved the lives of hundreds of fighting men and gave themselves untiringly. Today, along with the Civil War's 100th observance, the Armed Services Department of the YMCA is observing its centennial. Through the years, it has continued to serve our armed forces in this country and overseas. We salute the YMCA on the 100th anniversary of this work, and for it services to young people of all races and creeds around the world. Watch too much, Andy. Kind of scares me. Well, it ain't a bad town, Millie. Sides will only be here long enough to get the old wagon sold. Well, that's the livery stable, isn't it? Yeah. This shouldn't take very long. Running this stable? I'm going to sell my wagon. Oh, I was told you might buy it. It's a good wagon. Must be kind of broke. We just moved into a shack down by the Arkansas, and we're looking to get a start somehow, but we need a little eatin' money till I find a job. I'll sell a wagon cheap, Mr. Grimmick. Well, maybe I can help you out and save a look. It's that team! Yeah, runnin' wild. Who was that man drivin' a team? That fella. Now, Andy, don't start trouble. Well, the woman's all right. Can't you handle the mules, mister? Now, Andy! You do that on purpose? Of course I didn't do it on purpose. Some drunk come out of the saloon and spoke to me. I feel terrible about this. Well, you ought to feel terrible. You nearly killed her, you darn fool! I'll fix you good for this. I'm waitin'. Andy, stop it! Next time, you better be wearin' a gun, mister. Oh, now you're threatening me with a gun. No, he isn't. And you're not gonna start wearin' one, either, Andy. Well, we'll see about that. What's the trouble here? Hello, Marshal. Chester, it's a good thing you've come. Now, this man's threatenin' to come after me with a gun. He smashed into my wife with his wagon. He didn't do it on purpose. I wonder he didn't kill you. He didn't kill me, though. I'm not even hurt. There's no cause for all this trouble. Now, he shouldn't be drivin' mules if he can't handle them. What happened, Fallon? Ah, Cowboys spoke my team and they run off. I couldn't help it. You sure ain't done their wagon much good. We were gonna sell it, too. Oh. Well, I'll tell you what. I'll pay for it. What's it worth? Never mind about that. We're twenty dollars, Cowboys. I ain't askin' for money. I'll take it. We need that money. Why, sure. We're broke already. Maybe I can help you out. I'll give your husband a job. Startin' tomorrow. Why should he offer me a job? It don't make sense. My gracious. Mr. Fallon's just tryin' to be nice to you. Looks to me like you could use a job. She's right, Andy. I hear a job, Mr. Fallon, but probably not for long. You sure don't make it easy. Anyway, my office is right over there. I'll see you in the morning. Good day, Mr. Fallon. I worked out fine, Andy. I sold the wagon and you got a job. Yeah. But I don't like that man, Millie. You got quite a temper, son. Why don't you just relax and take your wife on home? Yeah. Come on, Millie. Isn't this me sure it's a hot place to see how things are going? That's very kind of you. You look like you thought maybe it was some bandit riding up. I didn't know. I just want to be sure Andy wasn't home playing hooky while I was gone. Andy wouldn't do a thing like that. No, I was just joking. He's there on the job all right, I'm sure of that. He's got three freight wagons to get loaded by him. Andy, the hard worker. You're gonna be real pleased you hired him, Mr. Fallon. Sure enough. You just call me Ed. We're friends anyway. Right. Yes, of course. How about inviting me in for a cup of coffee? Well, I'm not sure that would be proper. Oh, it ain't nobody around. Ain't nobody to even know. Well, I... Millie, that job I give Andy, I'm paying him a dollar a day more than it's worth. I know. You could use a cup of coffee. Mr. Fallon, I'll make you a cup of coffee. No, that's right, neighbor of you, Millie. I like that just... I didn't hear you ride up. What are you looking for? Been somebody here. What? Well, maybe he was still around. I don't know what you're talking about. I've seen cracks outside, bootmarks. Well, they're yours. No, they ain't mine. I don't wear Spanish heels. Now, who was here, Millie? Nobody was here. Well, what's got into you anyway? Now, don't you lie to me. You never lied to me. And I'm not lying now. Andy, you've been drinking. I'm never drinking. You know it. Who was here today, Millie? Nobody. Nobody was here. Now, I won't stand for this, Andy. Well, I won't stand for the... Where you going, Andy? Andy, put that gun back. Put it back. You're here. You're covering up something, Millie. I'll find out who it is, and then I'll put the gun back. Not before. Wait a minute. Yeah, I think it is. Maybe I ought to start charging more for it. Andy Cole getting along in his job, the felons. Doesn't exactly make him stand out around here, does it? Yeah, that's the first time I've seen him wear one since he arrived in town. Oh? Yeah, I'll ask him about it. He told me some man was visiting his wife yesterday. She wouldn't tell him who it was. I tried to talk to him, but it didn't do any good. Never does in a case like that. Evening, man. Jenny? Hello, Doc. Sit down, Doc. Oh, how about a beer? Dr. Beer, will you? Yes, Miss Jenny. You, too, look way to gloom. Is something wrong? Yeah, we're just talking about Andy. I met his wife today, nice girl. Oh? Where'd you meet her? You're in town? No, I was driving by their shack by the river, so I stopped and said hello. You're the only one? Yeah. What? Nothing. Well, what were you saying about Andy? Well, Matt's worried about him. Andy's wearing a gun. What for? He suspects somebody's been visiting his wife. Maybe he's after me, then. This isn't a joke, Doc. Well, no, I guess it is. Andy's a good boy, but he's awful hot-headed. You know, this morning, I made Millie co-op promise. But I think maybe I should break him. What are you talking about? She gave me a note to deliver. Asked me not to tell anyone about it. It was for Ed Fallon. Fallon? Could you give it to him? Yeah. Just now, can you? He's standing right down there at the end of the bar. Is that in the note? No. She didn't say. Just that it had something to do with business. That's what she told you, huh? Yeah. Do you think it was something more? I don't know, Doc. I kind of live satisfactoriously. Fallon has been visiting me. Nobody's been out here except you and Doc Adams. Andy doesn't believe that. Do you? Would you take a woman's word for anything? Andy. Andy, wait. Stay out of this, Millie. You just keep your hands where they are. You've already made yours, and it was a bad one, a real bad one. Are you listening to me? I'll kill you, Marshall. I swear I will. Andy, it wasn't the Marshall. No. Fallon, Millie. There wasn't anybody out here. You're lying. It was Fallon. Who else would it be? Nothing figures out easy. Now, wait, Marshall, but it won't do no good. I'll kill Fallon on site. Not what... He knows it was you. He knows you've been visiting me. The Marshall told him. Nobody else could have. You got me in a fine mess now, didn't you? I wish I had told him. I wish I had... No, no, no. You get out of here. Not quite yet. I'm going to teach you to keep your mouth shut. Get out of here! Jenkins, I don't know. Take a look. Maybe you wouldn't mind telling me what's going on here, Marshall. Like Andy said, we're looking for Fallon. Well, Fallon's going to be looking for him. He finds out Andy's been loafing on the job. Fallon's paying Andy too much money as it is. Not for long, Ian. You're getting a dollar a day more than you're worth, Andy. Whose idea was that, Jenkins, to pay him that money? It wasn't mine. I'm only the clerk here. Besides, I don't have no reason for it, do I? But Fallon does, huh? You sure you want me to tell you, Marshall? He was looking kind of worried after talking to you last night. Then he is out there. He sure is, and you're looking mighty stupid, son. Running all over the country while Fallon's out there courting your wife, having yourself a fine time. Why? The effectiveness you want from Brent. Low in calories and mighty appetizing. The garden rosebushes. Six formerly patented varieties. Every one a beauty. Just a fraction of their usual. 50 cents a bush. When you include a box. John Meston. And adapted for... Harley Bear is Tester. Howard McNeer is Doc. And Georgia Ellis is Kitty. This is George Walsh inviting you to join us again next week when CBS Radio presents another story on Gunsmoke. Have a happy habit. Fun day through Friday with Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney on the CBS Radio Network.