 Gunsmoke. Brought to you by L&M, the modern cigarette that lets you get full exciting flavor through the modern miracle of the pure white miracle tip. Live modern. Smoke L&M. Around Dodge City and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with the U.S. Marshal and the smell of Gunsmoke. Gunsmoke starring William Conrad, the transcribed 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 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. Looks like the Kinsman's is at it again, Mr. Dillon. What? Jeff Kinsman and his wife standing by their wagon, are we on it? Oh, yeah. Yeah, she's after him about something, isn't she? I'd clarify, Jeff, I'd leave her at the ranch when I come to town. Well, she's bigger than he is, Justin. By God, she just bodies. Maybe you lost your pride, Jeff Kinsman, but I sure am. What kind of a man are you anyway? But are you sure he'd done it, Kate? Of course he'd done it. He does it every chance he gets. You gonna let another man flirt with your wife right in public? I just wanted to be sure. There he comes, now. Ask him about it. I sure would. That's that dollar she's talking about, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, I guess they're not such good neighbors after all. Look, he's carrying a rifle. Yeah, it says sharps 50. It looks brand new. Well, I guess there won't be no trouble, Jeff Kinsman ain't armed. Mrs. Kinsman, I want to settle something with you, Dolliver. What's wrong, Jeff? You're to leave my wife alone, yeah? What? You stop trying to fool with her. But, Jeff, are you going crazy? You tell her, Mrs. Kinsman. She done told me. And I'm warning you, Dolliver, you go get your own woman, leave mine be. I don't know. I like being accused this way. Put that gun down. I'll learn you to like it. Are they going to fight, Mr. Dillon? And as long as they aren't going to shoot each other. There. Now what are you going to do, Kinsman? I'll show you. Oh, oh, you got a knife. You put that knife away. I ain't armed. All right, hold it, Kinsman. This is my fight, Marshal. Not with a knife. Now drop it. Go on, drop it. No. Don't drop it. But I won't use it on him. Not till next time, my woman. Come on and fight, you coward. You're bigger than I am. I'll fight you any way you like. I see you bought a new sharps rifle, Dolliver. Never mind guns. You men subtle this some other way. Sure. Only he better remember I got a sharps rifle at home. Now look, Kinsman, and you too, Dolliver. If there's any shooting out your way, I'll know who to come for. And it won't take any time at all. That little coward ain't going to do nothing. And I wouldn't put salt on an old crow like her anyway. Jeff, you hear what he called me? He called me a coward. He called you? By heaven, Jeff, what things are coming to when a woman's got to put up with that? Just come on. I never heard of a man getting by insulting a lady right in public twice, and each time worse than the other. He's no good, that Dolliver, and you ain't much better. I swear he's going to have them in fighting yet, Mr. Dillon. That trouble ain't about over. That's the worst kind of trouble, Joseph. You never know who's guilty or what. Only with L&M can you enjoy the full, exciting flavor of today's finest tobaccos through the modern miracle of the L&M miracle tip. Through the pure white miracle tip, L&M tastes richer, smokes cleaner, draws easier. No other cigarette, plane or filter, gives you all the flavor you want. The rich, exciting flavor you get only from L&M. So light up, free up, let your taste come alive. Live modern, smoke L&M. Make today your big red letter day and start to live the modern way. Live, live, live. A little more coffee, will you, Mad? Yeah, sure. That's enough of this restaurant's coffee. At least it's hot anyway. Yeah, at Dolliver. Well, all I know is that he's a bachelor, and I never yet saw him shy away from a pretty girl. Yeah. K, I want to ask you a question. Would you call Kate Kensman pretty? She might have been, once. That woman's lived a hard life, Matt. No. In fact, it was Ed Dolliver who told me about her. She was married before, you know. No, I didn't know. He died, pneumonia or something. He was a buffalo hunter for the Santa Fe Railroad. He used to take Kate right along with him, just like she was a man. Uh-huh. And maybe that's why she demands so much respect now. Matt, I don't think objecting to being called an old crow is exactly demand and respect for any woman. What's that? Oh, it's Chester. He looks pretty excited about something. Yeah, excuse me, Kitty. I better go see what he wants. I'll see you later. Sure, Matt. Yeah, what is it, Chester? Miss Kensman. She's waiting right over there. Huh? Is there something wrong? You better hear it from her, Mr. Doon. Huh. You coming alone today? Yes. Sure. Hello, Miss Kensman. What can I do for you? It ain't me, Marshal. It's my husband. It's Jeff. What's the matter? He's dead. He was murdered early this morning. Ed Dolliver done it. How do you know it was Dolliver? I'll show you how. I left Jeff right on the prairie where I find him. Well, Chester, go get Doc. We'll follow Miss Kensman out to the ranch. There he is, Marshal. I ain't touched him. Just throwed that canvas over him. Uh-huh. Miss Kensman, how'd you happen to find him out here? I heard the shot. I knew Jeff didn't have his rifle with him. As we ever did, it can't be accused of ambushing him. There's no cover anywhere around here. You're forgetting Ed Dolliver has a new Sharp's 50-inch of Doc. Oh, yeah. Well, it won't shoot over the horizon, will it? I'll take a look here. Marshal, if you take a good look around the way I did, you'll see something. What? That little clump of switchgrass out there. A man could hide behind that. Clear out there? Why, that's more than 1,000 yards. It ain't too far for a Sharp. Uh, Chester, right over there and take a look, will you? Don't pay much, Doc. Yeah, what is it? There's only one bullet in him. It's not very far in. What do you mean? Oh, it was enough to kill him all right, but it was pretty well spent. Whoever fired it was a long ways off. I told you. What was Jeff doing here anyways? He was putting out bait for wolves, Doc. Poisoning them. We've been bothered lately. Where do you want to bury him, Mrs. Kinsman? Well, right back at the house. There's a place he liked. Well, I guess we can conduct a service or something, son. Why don't you get Ed Dolliver? I hear he reads the book real good. You haven't seen him around, have you, Mrs. Kinsman? I can tell you right where he is. No. It's noon, ain't it? He's sitting on his front porch like he does every day at noon. He always sits there for an hour doing nothing. I see. I wonder what he's thinking. What? I mean about having gone out and killed a man because of me. Must be working on his mind pretty strong. Yeah. But you know something? It was one or the other of them. He comes to that in all because of me. Oh, no. You mustn't feel guilty, Mrs. Kinsman. It wasn't your fault. Oh, I am guilty, Doc. Just being a woman, men fight over just makes me guilty. How'd you find anything, Chester? I found this laying on the ground right behind that clump of grass. Oh, what is it? A shell from a sharp 50. It don't look good, does it, Marshal? Now, Oliver doesn't. There's one thing might have worked for me. Oh, what's that? My new sharps rifle. Supposing it hadn't ever been fired. You could tell, couldn't you? Easy. Where is it? Ain't no use, Marshal. I was shooting it this morning, trying it out for the first time. You weren't with anybody, huh? No. No, I... I got no alibi, none at all. You're not even so much interested in trying to clear yourself of this, Dover. Well, I figure sometimes if a man raises too big a holler about how innocent he is, it kind of works to make people think he's guilty. Yeah, sometimes, maybe. Uh, can you think of anybody else who might have shot Jeff? No. I'm the only one, I guess. Yeah. Oliver, I want you to tell me the truth now. Do you have any interest in Miss Kinsman? I wouldn't be proud of it. I can do better in her, Marshal. A whole lot better. Yeah, you got a pencil and some paper around here. What? I want to write a note to Miss Kinsman. About what? Well, never mind. Just get it for me, will you? Whatever you say, Marshal. Uh, Chester. Sure. Now, when I get this, uh, written, I want you to write over to Miss Kinsman's with it. Sure. But where are you going? Well, I'm taking Oliver into dodge to lock him up. But don't you tell her. Now, you stay here tonight, and I'll be back by tomorrow morning. I swear, I don't understand. You will, later. Yes, live modern. Smoke modern. Smoke L&M. Enjoy a modern cigarette. L&M gives you the full, exciting flavor of today's finest tobaccos. No other cigarette, plain or filter, gives you the flavor you get through the modern miracle of the L&M miracle tip. Through the pure white miracle tip, L&M tastes richer. Smokes cleaner. Draws easier. So light up. Free up. Let your taste come alive. Live modern. Smoke L&M. Make today your big red letter day and start to live the modern way. Live, live, live modern. I should have stayed away from that window, Chester. Mr. Oliver was doing all right out there on the porch. Oh, that was it. Oh, yes, sir. He's sitting real quiet, just staring off across the prairie. Ah, that's good. Most noon, Mr. Dunn. You getting hungry? Well, I didn't have no breakfast to speak of hardly. And now that you mention it, I don't guess I'd mind setting down to play the hot meat and maybe a loaf of sourdough bread. See, maybe we could rummage around in this cupboard here, son. I will eat while we get through here. Yeah, sure. But when'll that be? Yeah, not too long, if my hunch is right. And if it ain't? Yeah, you've been hungry before, haven't you? Come on over here. Well, I just can't hardly see nothing out of this little hole. There's a bigger one on your left there. Oh, yeah, I can see fine now. I got an idea there isn't going to be much to see anyway. You can't never tell. You sure our horses are out of sight, huh? I got them tied up back to the house I told you, Mr. Dunn. Okay. Hey, look at Mr. Oliver. Got him. Knocked him right off of his chair. Yeah. You see that puff of smoke out there? Mm-hmm. Yeah, that's a good 1,000 yards. Well, that's some shooting, but whoever it is, it's pretty well hid. Yeah. We'll wait a minute and then we'll go out back and get our horses. We're going to have to ride awful fast. We'll make it. Well, what about Mr. Oliver? Leave him. He was hit square. Come on. There are horses in the barn here, Chester. Nobody in sight yet. Now, let's hurry him. Time up most first two stalls. All right, sure. There's black on the inside of a cow in here after that blazing sunshine. Your eyes will get used to it every while. I don't see nobody coming. Now, she'll be along directly. I wasn't too sure we'd beat her. Mr. Dunn, what exactly did you tell her in that note you wrote? I just that Edd Oliver had a good alibi. Who'd you say it was? A woman. A woman? Yeah, I didn't give a name. I just said that Oliver was going to bring the woman into dodge tonight and prove it. Well, I'll be darned. You keep an eye out here, Chester. I'm going to take a look around the barn. No, you wait, Marshal. Stand right where you are. It's her. She'll be just back here. Get your hands up, both of you. I can't see a thing in here. No use, Miss Kensman. You can't shoot both of us. I said get your hands up. Well, I'd be dead. That sharps isn't a repeating rifle, you know. Then I'll shoot you, Marshal. And Chester'll take you if you do. I heard what you told him. Them lies you wrote. I had to trick you out somehow. You can't prove I did nothing. You proved it. It had dollavers a while ago. That's pretty good shooting at a thousand yards, Miss Kensman. Too good for a woman, Marshal. There ain't nobody to believe you. I didn't believe it myself when we looked at Jeff yesterday. I was quite some shooting, too. Get out of here and leave me alone. I remembered something late, Miss Kensman. What? Your first husband took you out buffalo hunting with him? Yeah, you can shoot all right. As good as any man. This rifle's aimed right at your chest, Marshal. You know, Miss Kensman, I feel kind of sorry for you. Sorry? You liked men fighting over you. You needed for them, too. You needed it so bad you told Jeff lies about it, dollavers. That ain't true. Oh, yes, it is. You just had to have a man kill over you. But you knew dollaver wasn't interested, so you shot Jeff yourself. That way, at least people would think they were fighting over you. No. My note about dollavers alibi being a woman destroyed all that, didn't it? You just couldn't take that. Marshal. Here, give me your rifle. I'm glad I killed him. But you didn't kill him. What? I sent dollaver to dodge for a day or so. What you shot was a couple of grain bags dressed in his clothes. No. Yeah, that's true. I hated Jeff, but I hated dollaver even worse now. Like I say, Miss Kensman, I'm sorry for you. Jeff was a good man. Now there's nobody to fight for you. In a moment, our star, William Conrad. What's your hobby? Some folks are bird watchers, some are stamp collectors. Others like spectator sports. But here's a hobby that should fascinate just about everybody. And that's sky-watching to help the Air Force spot unidentified planes. Just a few hours a week in your spare time is all that's necessary to follow this exciting and vital pursuit. All you have to do is volunteer for the Ground Observer Corps, a civilian component of the Air Defense Command. You'll be trained and supervised by officers and airmen of the United States Air Force and planes in your filter area. Men and women from teenage up can help cover the blind spots in our radar system by sky-watching for two hours a week. That's all that's needed to keep up the 24-hour schedule of the Ground Observer Corps. Besides doing a necessary job for America, you'll be varying your daily routine with a different kind of hobby. Get your friends and neighbors together to join you as volunteers for the GOC. Find out from your local civilian defense office how you can be a Ground Observer for the USA. This has been a public service message by CBS Radio. And now, William Conrad. You know, on the frontier, it was usually land or water that were fought and died for. But next week, a man dies because of a clabbered building. And that was the West. Gun smoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal. Our story was specially written for gun smoke by John Meston, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey, sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Jeanette Nolan, Harry Bartell and Paul Dubal. Harley Bear as Chester, Howard McNeer as Doc, and Georgia Ellis as Kitty. Join us again next week for another specially transcribed story as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal, fights to bring law and order out of the wild, violence of the West in gun smoke.