 In the round-dodge 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 a smell of gun smoke. 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 Dullin, 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. And the papers for Jake Worth? Uh-huh. I still don't see why you've got a ride, but he's not up here, just for him to sign them. Can't he do it next time he comes to town? Now these are land rides papers, just their government stuff. Jake's not doing me any favor by tying them. Well, how do I fix that? Not tomorrow evening, probably, unless Jake isn't at home when I get there, might take one day out of him. Thank you. By the way, there's something you can do while I'm gone, if you will. Yes, sir. What's that? A door up back, been off the hinges two winters now. Oh, it should be awful nice to have it fixed, wouldn't it? Well, it'd be awful hot for that kind of weather to do. Yeah, too hot in the summer, too cold in the winter, huh? I'll fix it, Mr. Jones. Good, Chester. And you might clean up out back a little too. Those cells look like we've been boarding cattle out there, not men. Yes, sir. Well, I'll see you in a couple of days. Bye, Mr. Jones. Have a nice trip. Some time, I think I might need to just go to San Francisco and get me a lobby and a rich millionaire gold beer. We'll live at a nice big hotel, not never wash up, nothing never. You never do nothing tall, except drive around in a fancy rig and have people say good morning, Mr. Bob. Oh, hello, Doc. I saw Matt riding out a minute ago. Yeah, he's weak. You know where he headed for? He went out into the country. Don't be back for a day or so. We left you here alone, huh? Well, now you kind of look that way, don't you? Must be an important mission. Well, he probably wants to travel alone, fast and light. That ain't it at all. He would have took me. He wants me to stay here and kind of keep an eye on things. Oh, you mean he wants to know how many killings took place? And how many times the bank was held up, huh? Things like that? Doc, I ain't quite as useless as you seem to think. I know, I know. I got more than doing ride around all over the country in an old buggy handing out sugar pills to defense this old lady. These are just walking up and down the plaza looking for somebody to gossip with. I don't need some old sob-bones to tell me what good I am or not. The cook at Del Monaco's told me they've got antelope stew today. I don't care what the... antelope stew? I was kind of looking for someone to eat with, uh, antelope stew. Are you hungry, by any chance? Come on, Doc. If we don't hurry, it'll be all gone. Sure, you don't want some more stew? Well, I know. Thank you, Doc. I just couldn't. You can't fly on one wing, you know. Well, maybe you're right. Do not get that little dab more, please. All right, sir, sir. There you are. Thank you. Do you know that fellow that just came in? Ah, no. Why? Well, are you sure looking at the funny? I'm Bryce Harp, Judge. What? I said my name's Bryce Harp. You remember me. Well, no, I'm sorry, don't I? You've got a convenient memory, Judge. Judge? What's this Judge doing? He ain't no Judge, mister. He's a lot more likely he'd be on the other side of the bank. You're in luck, I run in. Now, wait a minute, mister. I'm a doctor. I'm not a judge. What? A doctor, I said. Oh, he's a doctor, sure enough, mister. And if there's nothing wrong with your horse, he can... Oh, shut up, sir. Sure, that's it. You're hiding out. Wait a minute, my God. What in the world are you talking about? Judge Kennebrook, big man in Wyoming, horse doctor in Kansas. What happened, Judge? Did I tell you I was getting out? I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, my friend. I'm talking about seven years in state prison. Seven long years you sentenced me to, Judge. Seven years to think about what I'd do when I got out. I tell you, I'm not a judge. You're a fool. You're asking him, but they'll tell you. I'm just... I'm Doc Adams. Judge, I don't care what you call yourself or what you claim to be. I've been waiting seven years to meet up with you again. And it ain't likely you and or anybody else can talk me out of killing me. Killings of earth? That's all I've been waiting for, Judge. And I don't much care how I can't eat. Now, look here, you can't go around threatening people like that. Don't tell me what I can do. I've had seven years of people telling me what I can do. Well, you're crazy. You're drunk. Well, I'll see you later, Judge. I'll be done, Doc. Well, I've been calling a lot of things in my life, but never a judge. He said he was going to kill you, Doc. Oh, that must've been for someone else. A judge for someone or other. You'll find out the truth soon enough. Oh, yeah, but he thinks you're just covering up with his doctor business. No, I think there's too much to worry about, Chester. This Bryce Harp is just another pilgrim gone off balance with his hard life out here. He was mighty pale for a prairie man, Doc. Prison power? Oh, Doc, I don't think you should take this so lightly. He'd be serious during you think. No, Chester, I know a thing or two about people. Harp's just a little off balance. I probably won't remember a thing about this by nightfall. Yeah. Maybe, but I ain't so sure. Oh, now look, he wasn't wearing a gun, was he? Oh, no, come and think already. He wasn't wearing a gun. Oh, you see, the man comes busting in here saying he's going to kill me. He's making threats and he isn't even armed. Now, just stop threatening me, you just do this. Oh, okay, Doc. Yes, you know. But I don't mind telling you, I sure will be easier when he leaves town. Or Mr. Dillon gets back. Why, Robert? He went out to Draco's place. Doc's been here, huh? Yeah, he's stopped in on his way home. Did Doc tell you about being mistook for a judge? Yeah, I'm having his life threatened. That man must be crazy. And that Doc says he's harmless. He don't even carry a gun. That's a good thing. Fancy Doc is a judge. I sure would hate to come up before him if he was. If he got his chewing on you, there wouldn't be enough left of him to jail. Oh, no, he's not that bad. You don't know him like I do. Give me a beer, Barty. You don't know him. That's my top right there. Well, he doesn't look like any tiger to me. Maybe not, but he's still kind of hard to figure out. Hey, you need that whole bar to drink that miserable glass of beer? You need the whole saloon to show off in? Huh? What's that? You heard me, Mr. Oh, believe it. You just ain't got enough blood in you to stand there and talk like that. You're wearing a gun. And I'm going to use it to split your head in two. Hold it right there. Did you see that? He said he didn't have a gun. Now just take it easy, Mr. Get out of here. Fast. Sure. Sure, I'm bold. Well, for evermore. Well, I was sure wrong. That man's quite a tiger after all. By the way, he ran Bob Forrest out of here. Well, I guess he's as harmless as Doc thought. That man is a real man. So how's things if they matter to be back? Well, I'd say it. And from the looks of things, that may be too late. Sure might. You said Doc was on his way home when he came back here. Why? What are you going to do? Well, I better find him and tell him about all this. Maybe you'd better do more than that. Why, of course. I don't know, but if he's really after Doc, it's no joke. No, it's no joke. I know. You said you thought you could keep heart here for a while. Just keep an eye on him like that. Well, I could get him a drink or two in the house. Yeah. And I'll see you later. I'm going to order Doc's. You got a plan? Well, not yet, but I'll think of something. Come on in, Doc. As a matter of fact, I'm glad you came. I was looking over some unpaid bills. Your name is pretty popular. Never mind that. You've owed me way back. Doc, you need to live long and expected if you don't listen to me. Oh, all right. What are you talking about? It's Bryce Harp, Doc. I just seen human action. Or it's a long way. Inaction? Well, he didn't kill nobody, but he's got a gun, and he's awful professional with it. For him and Bob forced out of that flune like he was a schoolboy in a pumpkin pack. He ran that bully out. I'm sure he did. And Doc, I think he needs to come here and kill you and make no two ways about it. Oh, Chess, I told you the man's off balance. That's the whole trouble, Doc. That man's just a plain gunman. It wouldn't be so bad, but he ain't. And right along, he's got a grudge against you, and, well, God, I can't just sit by and let him come murder you. Well, wait a minute, wait a minute. Now, you really think he means business? Now, I know he does, Doc. I know it sure as I'm breathing. I'll start carrying a gun. How long since you fired that old wreck of a gun? Well, I'm not too sure I ever fired it. Then you just be plain foolish to start toting it now. It'll probably blow up anyway. What do you want me to do? Look, Doc, were you going out any worse tonight? Well, I don't generally stay cooped up in here for very long. Well, you stay in tonight. Don't you budge out here. I got the idea, Doc, and it might maybe get worse if... I'll be back in a little bit. Anytime you keep that door locked tight, and don't you open it to nobody. Nobody's called. You hear? You'll mind what I say now. You lock this door, Doc. I'll be back after a bit. Whatever it is. He hasn't mind. I might as well go along. I'll say one thing now. Now he's got the bit in his teeth. You really want to stay? How are you, please? What you're climbing in my back window for in the middle of the night? I had become the back way, Doc. Nice harps down the street out in front, huh? Well, I'm way here, and I've seen him. Try to come in the back way so he wouldn't see me. What's Harp doing down the street? Waiting for his aunt to kill you. You know I've been thinking. If he was really out to kill me, he would have died before now. Yeah, but he didn't know you were leaving town for just a few minutes ago. Leaving town? Who? It's got to be now or never, the way he sees it. What are you talking about? Look, when I left here, I went back over at the Long Branch, and I kindly spread the word around that you were taking the early stage to see early things. What harps think you're up here packing? Oh, well, that's... Oh, fine. Yeah, that's just fine. If Harp really is serious about killing me, you've set me up like a bird in a turkey shoe. Who would you want to tell him a cool thing like that? Because I figured if he's going to try to kill you, it's better to know when and where he's going to try it. It's a lot better than just sitting around waiting for him to shoot you in the back. So you see him go for sure, you're up here and moving around. It's just trying to make sure I get my head blown off. If not, you can try to shoot you from down there and the feet would be too easy to me. Oh, that's a fine theory. Is your front door still locked? Yes, it is. It's hard to get in here if the door is locked. If he comes in that door, we're just as good as dead. We're right on the line of fuck horse. All right, Doc, but so is he. Maybe if you have a comfortable seat, we may have us a long way. Wait, wait, wait. So with a lamp out, you may think you've went to bed. Then we may not have such a long way. I hope you know what you're doing, Chester. So do I, Doc. So do I. Well, I hope. I guess all we can do now is just wait. Yeah. 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No, I just rode in. Why? And you didn't see Chester? No. Am I something wrong? Well, Chester's got in his mind that some fellow's going to try to kill Doc. Kill Doc? Well, what fellow? I don't know. I mean, just rode into town. Have you seen him? Yeah, he was in here earlier this evening before he closed up. I'll say one thing. He's handy with the gum. Well, a sore half a cup, boys and dutch. Oh, yeah. You know, Chester, kid, he gets the feeling his responsibility, if I'm a way, he sees something suspicious in a heavy shadow. Well, that may be, but as I get the story, this man thinks Doc is some judge up in Wyoming who put him in prison and is going to kill him. Where's Chester now? I haven't seen him in a couple of hours. Can he be this man that's after Doc? Do you know his name? Harp, Chester said it was. Bryce Harp. Bryce Harp. Kitty, I'll see you later. Harp still down there, Chester? Just standing there. Well, how long are you going to... Doc? He's coming. He's trying to stay here. Just stay tight now and don't make a sound. Chester, are you sure? He'll be here in a minute. Get that lamp lit. There's nothing you best do to him, Doc. Help me get him up there on the table, will you? It went on through. But they're not a clean wound. But the southern board. It's still there. It's got to come out. What do you think? Well, I don't know, Chester. Too soon, you know, just a barrel of air. You know, they don't give you a very good feeling to shoot a man. Even a bad man. He maybe is. Gangrene doesn't set him up. What's happened? Oh! Take a shot at me, Matt. Chester put a couple of bullets in him. I heard the shooting from the other end of town. It sounded like somebody was fighting a battle at Chickamauga Creek all over again. Chester got nicked in the body. You all right, Chester? Yes, sir. Now I can tell you one thing, Matt. I'm mighty glad you got back. I swear I've aged a year since yesterday. Well, from the looks of things, you two got along pretty well without me. It's a terrible thing, man. A man getting shot up like that. I wouldn't feel too sorry for Bryce Harp, Doc. Will you know him? If Chester hadn't stopped him, Harp might have killed you. Who is he, Mr. Jones? I've never seen him before, but I know his reputation. I've never seen his picture. He killed three men in a gunfight in Wyoming. He got off with ten years and broke out after seven of them. Killed two guys. Nothing more I can do here. I think I'll go on home. Yeah, you do that. I'll go on too, Doc. Yeah, I've got work to do. You can get on. Yeah, see you tomorrow, Doc. Chester? Yeah? Yeah, Doc? I don't want to... I'd like to point out... This is George Walsh inviting you to join us again next week when CBS Radio presents another story on Gunsmokes.