 Brown Dodge City and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers of the spoilers and that's with a U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. William Conrad, the young America, and the story of a man who moved with it. I'm that man, Dylan, the United States Marshal. The first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chance, they job, that it makes a man watchful and a little lonely. All right, there ain't any guts in them rooms. Nighting that bed out there, don't get no softer. What's that, Chester? I was just telling you, Mr. Dobby, the bed up in number four don't have no more gift to it than an old McClellan saddle. Well, I don't know. What were you doing up there anyway? I seen that drummer pack his duds out of here so I know he wasn't in there no more, so I went on up. I had no right to go in my rooms, no right at all. Well, now, Mr. Dobby, I've been figuring I might take that room someday and I was just kind of looking it over. Oh, for heaven's sake, Chester, you're talking a lot of foolishness. You can't afford to stay in the Dodge House. Well, I don't hurt none for a man to think about better than yourself. What in the world is that? Oh, it's a fight right outside my home town. Well, now, now, now, don't upset yourself, Mr. Dobby, you just step there, I'll go on out and sell. They don't pay any damages, you cull them out. Yeah, you better mind your own business, Chester. I said move along now. You're shamed big fellas like you, push an old man around. We didn't mean no harm. We were just trying to get him to stop ragging at us to quit his talking. Yeah, don't make no difference to me what you were trying to do, go on, get. Gettin' so you can't walk down the street without he stops you and talks your ear off. I said get. You hurt, Charlie? No, no, I ain't hurt. You take more than them young buzzards to hurt me. What was they pushing you around for? Oh, I was just trying to tell them something, that's all. Young folks ain't got the gumption to listen when they do them the most good. Well, now, they got shot down easy. Shot? Who's gonna shoot them? Well, anybody they draw on the way they is handling them guns. I didn't hear no shootin'. Of course you didn't, there wasn't none. They was talkin' about a fast draw. They'd have been shot down, sure. Charlie, was you trying to tell them how to do it? Well, young ones, they just don't listen. You tried to tell them, but they just don't listen. Well, now, you just sat there quite lightly. They won't bother you no more. Rio Joe, they've got both of them before they even slapped the letters the way they used to do any time. Well, sure, Rio Joe would've outdo anybody. That goes back a ways, don't it? Young smart Alexi won't listen to all of them. Hey, they kinda winged you and I, didn't they? Yes. I guess maybe they did. There was a few elbows flying around. Well, you better put some beef steak on it. Man, need you to die sight these days. Seeing's a good part of shootin'. Yeah, yeah, sure. Well, all right then, you just sat there, Charlie, now. And you let me know if you get bothered more. Ain't nobody willing to listen no more. No matter how much you got to tell them. Yeah, well, I'll see you sometime night. You take care of yourself, Charlie. Ain't nobody willing to listen no more. Hey, thank you, Kitty. Can't you sit down with us? Ah, maybe, for a few minutes. Ah, good. I gotta check over the whiskey supply with Sam pretty soon. Well, now I wouldn't want to interfere with that. It'd be a terrible tragedy for Dodge if a saloon ran dry. Yeah, most of these men would rather see the river go dry. Well, you're both soundin' pretty high and mighty with a couple of fellas who aren't exactly teetotals. Well, just philosophizing, Kitty. Nothing personal. How come Matt buying you two beers, Doc? Because I won two games of checkers. That's fine. He's slowin' up, Kitty. Oh, he's slowin' up. Yeah, I've noticed. Oh, uh, Doc, yeah. Mind if I see you for a minute? Well, sure not, Chester. Well, no, thank you. I think we might want over to your office. Oh, Chester, look at me. Chester? Well, Miss Kitty, you've got a black eye. Yeah, let me see that, Chester. Well, you sure have, and it's a beaut. Well, yes, sir, I guess it is. Uh, Doc, you've got something put on it. A man ought to protect his eyesight. Well, it's a little late for that, Chester. You should have ducked there. Yeah, why'd you pick that up, Chester? Well, I was just tryin' to help, that's all. You just don't pay a body to try and do a good deed anymore. What were you tryin' to help? Well, that old Charlie, what's his name, sets out in front of the Dodge House, talkin' to anybody who listens. Charlie, don't tell me he gave you that eye. No, Doc. No, of course not. Company young smart Alex is pickin' a lot of them, and I mixed in it, and come out with this. Yeah, it doesn't look like you accomplished much. Now, stop teasing him, you two. That was a nice thing you did, Chester. Thank you. All right, I'm off, all right. But the old coot's bound to get into more trouble. Oh, how's that? Why, he keeps tellin' folks what they ought to do, and you know, Miss, don't make too many people who want to listen to an old man like him tell him how to draw a gun. Draw a gun? He's always talkin' about the gunfighters of olden days, and folks get tired of listenin' to that. Well, you better not listen, either, Chester. You only got one more eye. Now, don't pay any attention to him, Chester. I'll fix that eye up for you. Yes, a little raw meat, Kitty. That's about the best thing. Yeah, and a few less jokes. I never did know what was so funny about a black eye. Come on, Chester. Hey, boy, you gotta be careful about how you work the barrel. You gotta have a good, true barrel on your gun. You sure can whittle nice, mister. Oh, well, uh, boys don't take much to do some whittlin'. All you got to do is have a sharp knife and to remember and sing your hand for what you're making. Well, you gotta remember it's for that gun, mister. Oh, my. Like I have for the blade of the Texas sun on my back. Man, don't forget them things. It don't look like my pa's gun. Uh, that, that part there is different. Uh, this here? Yeah, yeah. Oh, well, they got new fangled ideas. You don't need no notch in the cylinder to make a good gun. Well, pa shoots better, I reckon. Well, ain't nobody needs nothing better than his gun. While Rio Joe could hit anything he could see. You know Rio Joe? Yes, I know him. You seen him doing a shooting? Oh, stood right with him. Bye, jingle, mister. Well, you recollect things you could tell me? Well, sure, boy. I recollect real good. I recollect the time down in border country when he faced down three men using a gun like this. Was they drawn on it? Well, yes, they drawed. But that was the last thing they ever did. It don't seem likely no man could do that. If Rio could do it, he was good with a gun. Real good. Go on, mister, tell me how he done it. Well, the way it was, Rio was coming along a trail by some cutlerwood and still spinning them yarns, old man. He's telling me about Rio Joe. Rio Joe, he's telling you about Rio Joe. He's seen him. He stood with him. Ain't that so, mister? Of course that's true. Don't listen to him, boy. He's like to himself talk. He's never seen a gunfighter like Rio Joe his whole life. Well, I did treat you too, I did. Or if he did, he'd run, saw hard, and knew it and stopped you. He does talk so much the whole town. I'm tired of it, boy. You don't want to get took in by an old blow-hard. Now, you look here. Rio Joe. I was telling you straight, boy. You believe me, don't you? Can you poop? I don't know, boy. I don't know. You're asking fellow to give that Marshall's help for a black guy. Chester? Well, he was asking for it. He wasn't out of his business. You know, first, I thought the old man would give it to him. Oh, Charlie? Well, he does his talk. Oh, he sure does that, though. Don't he? Yeah. You think nobody else knows how to draw a gun. Yeah. Him and... Well, he don't even wear a gun. No, no, he don't. I ain't never seen him draw. He just talks about it. Yeah. You don't seem like fellow talks that much out of back his play. Oh, Charlie ain't got no play to back. Might be mighty interesting to put it up to him. What you mean? Yeah. Mighty interesting. What are you aiming at? I just got me a smart idea how to get rid of that old man. Wait a minute, Raph. He ain't done nothing bad enough to get shot for. No. Who's talking about shooting? I ain't. You said get rid of it. Well, sure I did. I mean, it'll work. All you gotta do is just call his bluff. How's that? Well, get him out the street, man, and tell him he's got to face up to one of us, or else keep his mouth shut and leave town. Yeah, that'd be calling him all right. He sure ain't gonna draw. No, not a talker like him. That'd be nothing for him to do but get. Come on, let's go fetch him. Tonight? Sure, tonight. Right now, ain't no reason to sleep on it. Come on. Oh, you outside. But it's a middle of the night. Well, it ain't gonna make much difference, old man. Jumping together to get away with this? What if you're talking? You ain't got enough guts to water shotgun with you. I thought we was gonna shut him up, Raph. He sure is making a lot of noise for old man standing around his drawer. Hey, yellow bellies, dragging a man from his bed. You just give me a chance to get at you. We're giving you a chance, old man. Down in Texas, we just strung you up. You know, you've been talking mighty big for a man that don't wear no guns. Yeah, and you're lucky I don't. Yeah, now, we just see about that. We're gonna give you one. We're gonna see just how much you learn from Rio de Janeiro. You can't do that. Here, let's go. Right now. Let me throw him. Let him go. Oh, Marshal, we were just having some fun with it. Let him go. He sure needed the lesson. He doesn't need any lessons from you. Go on now and get away from here. Well, there ain't no call to get rough about it, Marshal. Somebody had to shut the old man up. You listen to me. I find you pestering him again. I'll be rough in a way you're gonna really understand. Now, you go on and get out of here. Come on, Charlie. We'll go back to your room. You don't need to give me no help, Marshal. I can take care of myself. Sure. I know that, Charlie. I wasn't scared of him. I just stood up to him. Yeah. Come on upstairs. Nobody never got by with nothing like that before. Don't worry about it. It's not gonna happen again. I know it ain't, Marshal. I know it ain't. Charlie, you mind if I come in for a few minutes? Huh? Oh, well, yeah, you can shoot yourself. You're gonna stay in and dodge, Charlie? Well, I did try to have it in my mind. A man likes a place to settle. Yeah. You don't need to change your mind because of those roughs, Charlie. Yeah. No need of that, Marshal. Oh, uh, would you step over this way? I'd like to get in that trunk. Oh, yeah, sure. I've had those guns a long time, Charlie. Yes, I have. Oh, friend, Marshal. I take good care of them. They kind of comfort me to have them with me. I wouldn't get any idea about starting to wear them again, Charlie. They're old guns. Oh. And I'm an old man. Is that what you're saying? You're old enough to leave your gun flights behind you. What do you remember that? Well, they didn't hurt the old man. No, they didn't hurt him. Physically, anyway. Well, I guess his pride took a beating. Yeah. That's a terrible thing they did to me. Do you think he's going to leave town now? I don't know, Kitty. I wouldn't blame him if he did. No. But it'd really be a shame. He wasn't doing any harm telling his stories. And the kids seemed to like him. Yeah. But Ras didn't. That Ras killer. He's always been a bully. Unlike I hear my name mentioned, Ras. You did, Ras. And I'm glad to repeat what I said. I called you a bully. Ha, ha, ha. Well, now that ain't real ladylike, Miss Kitty. It isn't Marshall. Why don't you move along, Ras? I keep forgetting you're the big Marshall taking care of the ladies and the old man around town. I have an idea that one particular old man can take care of him. So you've been listening to too many of his stories. I'm not so sure they're just stories. What do you mean? I saw a pair of horse pistols in his room last night. And they look like they had a lot of work. That old coupe don't wear no gun. He's wearing one now. Old Charlie? I wouldn't get in his way if I were you. You mean that old geezer might draw on me? No. You've been took in by his talk. I'm just telling you to be careful. He's not gonna forget what you did to him last night. All right, Marshall. I'll play along. I'll tell you one thing. That old man better not start nothin'. I wear my guns all the time. So do I, Ras. You ain't scared me none, Marshall. I'll be around. So will I, Ras. Really think there's gonna be trouble, Matt? I don't know, Kitty. That old Charlie was pretty upset. Well, you gotta stop it. Don't let him put on those guns and march around till he gets himself killed. I can't take him away from him, Kitty. Why can't you? Because he hasn't done anything. Oh, well, I forgot. You have to sit and wait until something happens. Until somebody gets killed before you can do anything. Kitty. Why don't you just go stop this thing now before someone gets hurt? That takes you bad joy. Well, now that's your funny thing, Marshall. Something just didn't come in. I was gonna bring it up as soon as I hit my dinner. Yeah? Yeah, here you are. Oh, thanks. It's something I've been expecting. How long did they? No, I wish it was that simple. That wire was about old Charlie? Yeah, I'd ask a couple of questions. Stick with me, Doc. You may be needed. Yeah, sure. What's that? Never mind. You look at Charlie over there, Doc. Sure, I'm pretty sure we're asked today. Well, I'm not surprised. Let's go see him. He's not good at all. Marshall, you're gonna make it. Don't worry about it. Oh, I don't. I don't care about that. It's past time for me to settle. But, Marshall, I want you to know I wasn't making it. I don't care about that. I don't care about that. I don't care about that. I wasn't making up them stories. I know you weren't. I wasn't making no brags or no bluffs. I... I did stand with Rio Joe. I could shoot too. I... I could shoot as good as he could. I could draw as fast as Rio Joe. Yeah, Charlie, you could. You... You'll believe me, Marshall. Yeah, I believe you. Figure maybe you kind of know the whole thing. Yeah, I do. I guessed it, Rio. Sure. Sure. Tell... Tell the others for me. Tell them I... Tell them I weren't no... no fake... I... Just a minute ago, was that you called him? Old Charlie was Rio? Hmm? Dying like that? Nobody knowing who you are? I don't know, Chester. I have a hunch Rio would like it just this way. I'd have had to arrest him otherwise. Rio's been a wanted man for 30 years. This is George Walsh inviting you to join us again next week when CBS Radio presents another story of the Western Frontier. When Matt Dillon, Chester Pogfoot, Doc and Kitty, together with all the other hard-living citizens of Dodge, will be with you once more. It's America growing west in the 1870s. It's gun smoke. Latest news follows then Mitch Miller with tonight's Gun Stars on the CBS Radio Network.