 One 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 the smell of gun smoke, and the story of a man who moved with it. I did 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. More time for fun at home, family style. This is the life for Pepsi Cola. Bracing, clean, tasting Pepsi, so think young. Say, Pepsi, please. The Pepsi for those who think young. Oh, sir, sir. Well, he ain't exactly causing me no trouble. More like he's fixing to plague me to death with his everlasting bragging and carrying on. I don't know. That Joe Sleet don't belong, Brent. Joe Sleet? Joe Sleet. Oh, I forgot. You ain't been here for a couple of days. It ain't like that you even saw him. What about Joe Sleet? Well, he's one of them hard-talking gunfighters. That's what's about him. You go with somebody like that, haven't you? You don't hurt none. Joe Sleet knows that you're just practicing. In some place else. Oh, no. Oh, that fake one. Joe Sleet. Gunspinning in my face. You want to fight me about that? Somebody to fight. All right, quiet down. Listen, Marshal. All right, Meeker, I'll handle it. Always trying to get somebody to fight him. Slick-drawing. I said, I said, go sit down, like the Marshal said. I do it where it suits me. I can handle trouble if it comes, Marshal. If trouble comes, then, uh, Joe, I'll see you later. Goodbye, Kitty. Aw, he's been devlin' Meeker all day. Sleet wasn't expecting it either. He didn't shoot him in the back. Sleet wasn't paying any attention, and Meeker didn't exactly warn him. He shot twice and ran off. What do you have to go after him? The gunman, Matt. He had it coming. The appreciation of the importance of clarity and brevity as well. 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It's too early to tell. It's my right arm. I wouldn't be no good without I could use my right arm. Well, we'll have to see how it heals. Well, you fix it, Doc. You can fix it. You wouldn't do nothing to keep it from healing up good, would ya? I mean, because it's my gun, huh? No. I'm a doctor, Sleet, not a judge. No matter how much I might want to be. After the change overnight. It's been more than a month, Doc, and I still ain't got the use of my fingers. I've told ya, Sleet. Sometimes it happens that way. Well, it ain't no good without the use of my fingers. Doc, it's my gun hand. You were lucky not to lose the whole arm. I've told you that from the start. If it's money, find me some money so you can fix it. There are some things that money can't buy, and one of them's a good right hand. You mean it ain't never gonna get well? I can only tell you what I've told you all along. It just doesn't look good. Muscle and bone, it's, it's the nerve. Nerves don't often come back. It's gotta come. Often I tell him I can't do anything for him. He's still there, showing me his arm, trying to work his fingers. Well, with anyone else, you'd be sorry for him. I wish he could find something to do, for my sake. Hard to get in or out of the long branch these days, either, Doc. That'll make you feel any better. Yeah, oh, what's the trouble, Kitty? Oh, I don't know either, but owning a business, Doc. Borrowing to be a general handyman. You mean that Romeo fella? Yeah, that's the one. He knows what happened to him. He just hasn't shown up for two days. You'd think nobody else could do anything around there, except me, of course. No, why don't you get somebody else? Nobody's down and out enough to want the job, I guess. It isn't much. Oh, no, wait a minute. Could a man with one hand do it? One hand tie behind his back, you mean? Yeah, just about that. If he had some simple job to do, he'd snap out of it. And quit bothering you. That's right. Well, now Miss Kitty wouldn't want no fellow like him around. Oh, I don't know, Chester. I've had worse. You think it'd work, Matt? Well, there's one thing sure. Sleeve isn't able to hurt any. You can talk him into a doc, I'll chance it. I could sure use some help. Now, it just don't seem right, Miss Kitty. I wouldn't do that if I was you. Well, will you take the job for me, Chester? No, ma'am. It ain't something I'd rightly feel like doing. Nobody feels like it. Go ahead, doc. Doc to Sleeve. These are communities. Such a slogan can be a rallying point of defense against democracy's would-be enemies. The trouble with some delinquents may be that nobody has trouble to show them how they can have roles in America's future. A logical starting point lies no farther away than the nearest Boy Scouts of America before he changed into a changed man. You might say nobody can see that. He's not so Miss Kitty. We are, Chester. You're right. So almost as if that gun had been a part of him, Matt. Without it, he seems to have lost part of his whole makeup. Does he ever talk about it? He never talks about anything. Not even the doc. Doc says Sleeve won't even speak when he's passing him on the street. Well, I guess doc can do without all the talk he used to get from him. Yeah, I guess he can. It's a funny thing he ain't just done. Now talk can change. Sleeve always used to like to be around where the crowd was. Now nobody don't never see him. That's right. He leaves here as soon as his chores are done. Nobody knows where he stayed. Must be out of town somewhere. I see him walking out there most every night. You suppose all men had calmed down like that if there were no guns? Sure has saved me a lot of trouble. Yeah, saved women a lot of worry. Now, don't hold your breath, kiddie. I think we'll be hanging onto our guns for a while. And women will go right on? Didn't fix it? Well, yes, sir, I think it did. Mars is going to keep an eye on him. Ah, that's good. He's worth taking care of. Oh, yes, sir, he is. Stay, you know who I seen down there at the table? You know the one that shot Joe Sleeve? He just rode in town. Did he say where he was heading? No, sir, he didn't. I don't think it'd be hard to find him, though. How's that? Well, he said he'd been on the trail all day and he was packing around awful thirst. All right, work ever done, too. Fix it so you couldn't shoot no more. You couldn't talk neither. I'd done better than I thought. A reliable, effective Kellogg's All-Brand. Re-pleasant eating, too. Kellogg's All-Effectiveness You Want From Brand And, kiddie, together with all the other hard-living citizens of Dodge will be missed in the 1870s. It's Gunsmoke.