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That's my wagon standing over there, along with a woman sitting on it. Your wife? Yeah. Now come on over. I'll show you. Come on. Who do you want to show me? You're going to be real surprised, Chester. I am? Everybody is, except them that knows me, of course. Here we are. Hey, lady, don't sit there like you was dead. Look around. That ain't Marshall Dylan, Sam. Marshall ain't here, but this is Chester. He works for him. How do, ma'am? Howdy. Chester can take care of everything. Can't you, Chester? Well, if you'll tell me what is, maybe I can. Oh, well, you're going to be real surprised. Hurry up, Sam. Get it over with. Give him a surprise. You're so pleased. You shut up, or you'll get nothing out of this. I don't want nothing out of this. I don't bear no mind, Chester. I'm on around the back of the wagon. Oh, sure. I had to wrap him up in canvas. Here, I'll uncover you. Take a look at that. My goodness. Where'd you get him? He rode into my place last night. About supper time. He didn't figure on finding a fellow like me there, I guess. You must be a whirlwind to shoot a man like him. No, it was part luck, I guess. But I didn't haul him in here for nothing, Chester. Yeah, I know. But Mr. Dill won't have to take care of all that, Sam. It'll be a little while before you get anything. As long as I know it's coming. Oh, sure. You'll get it. But right now, you can help me carry him up the dock so he can do autopsy. It'll be a pleasure. I'm straight up. Where's Doc? He's out back finishing up. Hey, Doc! What's this all about, Chester? Who killed Bob Hubbard? Sam Rickers killed him. Sam Rickers? The homesteader? Yes, and that's what he said he was. I don't know Rickers well, but he sure never seemed the kind of a man who'd take on an outlaw like Bob Hubbard. A thousand-dollar reword might've braven him up. Yeah. Oh, hello, man. Oh, Doc. Well, you've got a good bad man there. You can take him out to boot hell and plant him anytime you like, man. That's not much of an autopsy report, Doc. What's that report? Hubbard was wanted at her lives. How he got shot doesn't matter. How did he get shot? Twice in the chest, once in the back. In the back? Well, I can't tell you which was first, man, but get him buried with you. I don't want him around here all day. I haven't seen him yet, Doc. Do you know Bob Hubbard, man? Yeah, some years ago. This is his first time around here, though. Last time, too. Yeah. I guess Dodge was too tough for him. That might be like saying Ford's theater was too tough for Mr. Lincoln, Doc. If he was shot in the back first, you mean. Well, there he is. What's the matter, man? Damn Rickers isn't going to collect a thousand-dollar's reward for this. What? He might hang for it, though. I don't know who he murdered here, but it sure isn't Bob Hubbard. Enthusiastic welcome for one such a smashing success since a little time as L and M filters. Are L and M sales soaring higher every day? 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Well, he's the most valuable man I ever run into, Marshall. Well, out of him, I'm gonna build me a new house, buy me some hogs and cows, and I don't know what all. I've been telling Letty about all the things I'm gonna do with that reward money. I wish you wouldn't take it, Sam. What? I just don't want any part of it, Sam. All right, stop that. Are you interfering with the man and his wife, Marshall? If I have to, I am. But you're not gonna get any reward money, Sam. What do you mean? That wasn't Bob Holbert you killed. What? I don't know who it was, but it wasn't Holbert. What are you talking about? I know them as soon as you wrote in here. How did you know him? Why did you ever say Bob Holbert? I've seen his picture last week on one of them wanted cards down at the post office. My God, that's right, Mr. Dylan. I forgot. Them posters come in last week and I nailed a couple of them up here in the air. I saw his picture too, Marshall. I recognized him right off. Well, the man Sam Kill looked a little like Holbert. I'll admit that. But it wasn't him. Sam. Shut up, Letty. But that makes it murder, Sam. No, not at all. It was a mistake. Marshall said he looked like Holbert's picture. It wasn't my fault. Now tell me what happened, Sam. I didn't murder nobody. It was a mistake. You want to tell me about it, Letty? No. I'll tell you, it was like this. We've seen him coming. It was about supper time. When he got close, we both recognized him. So I went outside and, well, I told him to keep riding. We don't want no outlaws around here. And then he started to pull out his gun. Well, I shot him. That's how it happened. Ain't it, Letty? That's right, Marshall. That's what happened. Well, there's one thing you didn't tell me, Sam. What? How come he got a bullet in the back? Oh, well, he fell off his horse and he was rowing around and I shot him again. Must have hit him in the back, I guess. You saw it, Letty. I saw it. Letty, if Sam went on trial, would you swear to all this and could? Yeah, I'd swear to it, Marshall. You were the only witness to this. It's the truth, Marshall. Self-defense. Why should I be lying? I don't know, Sam. I'd just like to know who the man was that just shot. Well, he was some kind of outlaw. Drawn on me like that. Maybe, but you were taking quite a chance bucking a man you thought was Bob Hobart, weren't you? I ain't afraid of no man, Marshall. No man at all. Uh-huh. Well, don't write it too hard, Sam. It might throw you someday. So long. No thanks, Kitty. I don't think I want it after all. You're gonna have to pay for it just the same. Okay. You know, there must be something wrong with me, Kitty. Yeah, there sure is. I wish I knew what it was. Well, I can tell you what it is tonight. I know. Sam Ricker. Yeah. You know, there is sure something wrong with that story of his. Yeah, there's something wrong with that wife of his, too, putting up with him. Oh, she's afraid of him. I'd take an ax to her if it were mine. You and Marshall dealing? Yeah, that's right. My name's Catlin, Marshall, from San Antonio. Well, what can I do for you, Catlin? You can explain this to me. That's what. Matt, Bob Hobart's wanted poster. I don't know nothing about no Hobart, but that's my partner's picture you got on there. $1,000 dead or alive. Now, what's this all about, Marshall? Well, maybe you can tell me, Catlin. Tell you nothing. I got off the train here this afternoon. The first thing I see is a wanted picture of Jake Haney with somebody else's name on it. Jake Haney, huh? Been my partner for 10 years, and he ain't no outlaw. Never been in Kansas in his whole life before. Where is he, anyway? He was supposed to meet me here. You got him in jail or something? Jake Haney's dead, Catlin. Dead? That's not Haney's picture there. That's Bob Hobart, like it says. Your partner looks some like him, and, well, he got shot. Who'd shoot Jake Haney? He never had trouble with nobody. Carried a gun, sure, but I always done the fighting for us. I don't believe it, Marshall. I'm sorry, Catlin, but it's true. We buried him out on Boothill yesterday. Who killed him, Marshall? He was killed by a mistake, Catlin. Nobody's killed by a mistake. Now, who killed him? Wait a minute. You did. It doesn't matter who did. I'll find out. I'll get the man that done it. You or whoever. It was a mistake, Catlin. Your partner and Hobart looked enough alike to fool you, didn't they? You gonna tell me who did it, Marshall? No. And I'll find out myself. Jake Haney was as honest and decent a man as I ever knew. He ain't gonna die like this for nothing. I'm gonna kill the man that did it. You kill anybody here, and you'll hang for it, Catlin. Not me. What if I have to kill you, too, Marshall? Don't try it. I'll see you later. Sam Ricker won't stand a chance against him, Matt. I better send Chester out to warn him. He can come hide in the jail if he likes. He'll like it if he's smart. Yeah. Oh, kitty. Doc and I are gonna have supper together tonight. Won't you join us? I gotta eat sometime. I'll go find Chester, then I'll come back for you. Okay, Matt. Yes, sir. I sure did. That's a pretty small place. Why did they sleep here? Oh, there was lots of room, Mr. Done, and plenty of it. Now, what do you mean? I was all alone. I never did see neither Sam nor Letty. Are they gone? It looks like it, but I sure don't know why. Like you said last night, that fella Jake Haney was never around here before, so Sam couldn't have had no reason for wanting to kill him. Yeah, but Sam had some reason for running off. Yes, sir. Good morning, Matt. Morning, Chester. Hello, Doc. I thought you were going out of the Bowers Place today, Doc. I was, Matt. The Bowers sent one of his men in to say they didn't need me after all. I thought a cowboy busted a leg out there. That's what they said yesterday. I must be a pretty tough man. Bust a leg and don't want no doctor. Tough or stingy, one. You know, I charge $20 for a trip like that. That's a month's wages for a cowboy, Doc. So to save $20, you probably put a mud cast on it and have a crooked leg the rest of his life. If he brings his $20 into town and runs it up to a thousand, that Pharaoh, he won't care if he has a crooked leg, Doc. Chester, you're trying to ruin my practice? Oh, I was only kidding, Doc. He'd never run it up to a thousand. But I accept your apology. Well, that's what it was. Say, Matt, I was talking to Sam Rickers after I left you last night. Sam Rickers? Aaron Dodge? He was over at the hotel with his wife. Why? No wonder I never got to see him. What, did they spend the night in town? What's wrong with that? Huh? Why, nothing. Huh? Oh, well, I told them all about Catlin. Everything you told me meant I figured somebody ought to warn Sam. Seeing as how Catlin's staying right there at the hotel, too. That was all right, wasn't it? That's okay as long as Catlin doesn't know about Sam. Well, there's no way he can know. Kitty won't talk, and the three of us here sure won't. Now, he's safe if he keeps his mouth shut. But, uh, I better go talk to him. L&M filters are sweeping the country. L&M. The filter tip cigarette everyone's talking about. Everyone's changing, too. For example, Maurice Evans told us, my doctor suggested L&M filters. I recommend them to you as the best. Patricia Morrison wrote, I'm so glad I changed to L&M filters. Because here's a filter cigarette that really tastes the way a cigarette should. And John Robert Powers says, I'm convinced L&M's miracle tip is the ultimate of filters. Yes, L&M filters are truly sweeping the country, breaking more sales records every day. The reason? It's the filter that counts. And no filter compares with L&M's miracle tip for quality or effectiveness. You get much more flavor, much less nicotine. Our statement of quality goes unchallenged. 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Told me Catlin was looking for who shot his partner, so I got to thank him. And I figured the only way out was to talk up to him, tell him how I made a mistake. Don't you think that was right? That doesn't explain killing him. I better get Letty out here. She saw it. Letty, come on out here. What do you want, Sam? Well, the Marshal. Come out here, I said. I don't want to talk, Sam. You'll talk when I tell you to. You saw what happened, and I'm going to explain it to the Marshal. I'll go ahead. Okay. Like I was saying, Marshal, I wanted to talk to Catlin, so I found out which room he was in, and I went, knocked on the door, and he opened it, and then when I told him who I was, before I could say anything else, he grabbed for his gun. I had to shoot him, Marshal. It was self-defense. Catlin's gun's laying on the floor in there, Mr. Dillon. He had it out, all right. You saw it, Letty. Is that what happened? I saw it. Tell him, Letty. I don't want to talk. Tell him what you saw. Please, Sam, I feel kind of sick. Stop it, Sam. Please, don't. I told you once. You've hurt him, Marshal. I knocked him out. He's not hurt. Sam's no good, Letty. Now, why don't you stand up for him? Are you afraid of him? He's my husband. No woman needs a husband like that. I married him. Maybe it was different then, but the way he is now, he doesn't deserve a wife. Now, he's no good, Letty, and you know it. And you've gone along with him, make sure as bad as he is. No. No, don't say that, Marshal. I'm not. I'm not like Sam. If you lie for him, you're just like him. No, no. Now, tell me what happened. Did you see it? I saw it. Was it like Sam said? No. All right, then tell me. I can't stand it, Marshal. I can't stand it no more. Sam's a murderer. I hate him. I won't tell no more lies for him. I'll go on. He won't hurt you again. That first man, Marshal, we thought he was that outlaw. He looked like him. So Sam went in and got his gun and sneaked around the house while I was talking to him. He shot him in the back, like killing a hog. Then he turned him over and shot him twice more in the front. Makes me sick, Marshal. What about Catalan? Did Sam kill him the same way? Of course he did. I tried to stop him, but he had his gun out when he knocked on Catalan's door and then he shot him just as soon as he opened it. When he took Catalan's gun through it on the floor, I watched him. Marshal, she's lying. Don't listen to her, Marshal. She's a lying woman. I'm not lying. I saw you shoot both those men like killing hogs. Wait till I get you alone, lady. Talking about your husband that way, I'll bust you. You won't get her alone, Sam. You're under arrest. I don't care if you are my husband, Sam. You're a coward. You're a terrible coward. I ain't. No, I ain't. I killed him, didn't I? I killed two men. Give me your gun, Sam. No. You ain't taking my gun. I ain't a coward. Give it to me. He tried to draw on you, Mr. Dillon. Yeah. I'll take you back to your room. He's dead. Sam's dead. I couldn't let him shoot me. Let him. I told the truth like you said, Marshal. And it made me hate him. Talking about him, it made me hate him worse than I ever did. I'm sorry I had to make you do it. I ain't even gonna bury him, Marshal. You do it. Yeah. I'm going out and I'm gonna burn down the place. And then I'm leaving here. For good. I'm going now. Goodbye. It ain't your fault, Mr. Dillon. You couldn't have handled it no other way. No, I couldn't, Chester. But it is too bad you had to make poor Miss Rickard tell on her own husband. Yeah. But sometimes I wish it was somebody else's job to make people do things like that. Our star? William Conrad. If you smoke filter cigarettes, I want to recommend the one that's been the most successful and has come farthest in the least amount of time. That's L and M. You like L and M's miracle tip best of any filter. 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