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I hired last night. He had the wrong idea, Kitty. I'm in business to sell whiskey, not give it away to anybody who needs a drink you can't pay for. Is that what he was doing? Well, I caught him at it. Hello Kitty. Sam. Hello Marshal. Matt, you're to stay right here at the bar. What? I promised Doc if you came in, I'd keep you here. He's been looking all over town for you. I thought Doc was delivering a baby down on Salt Creek. Well, he got back about a half hour ago. What does he want me for? It's about some trouble with a man and his wife called Tebs. Tebs? Well, not where he delivered the baby. This was in a sod hut about a mile about the crossing. Well, what about him? Here he comes. He'll tell you. Here he is, Doc. Oh, fine. So you're a good girl, Kitty. Yes, you are. You're a good girl. I might never have found him. That's all this about these Tebs people, Doc. Well, they're having trouble, Matt. Oh, what kind of trouble? Well, I stopped by to say hello and get acquainted. Well, you know. Oh, sir. But the woman, she didn't act like she wanted anybody around. And then I heard the man yell at me from inside. She tried to stop me, but I went in anyways. He was lying there in the bed, Matt, with a bad knife wound in his leg. Oh? Yes. It's festive, and it's giving him a fever, and I don't think he can walk with it. Do you say what happened? Well, he claimed it was an accident, but he was holding a six gun under that blanket. Well, what for? For is what? He's scared to death ahead of him. I think she knifed him, and I think she's waiting for a chance to finish him off. You better get down there, Matt. Maybe too late already. Introducing one of the country's best-known jazz musicians and arrangers, Mr. Bobby Haggart. How about whistling along with him? Packs more pleasure. Packs more pleasure. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. 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We were looking for a drink of water. Crick's over yonder. But you got a well here. Water's no better than the crick. Okay, we'll use the crick. But first I'd like to talk to your husband. My husband? What about? I just wanted to get acquainted. He ain't here. Yeah. Well, we go get a drink, then we'll come back and wait for it. No. Who are you talking to, Flory? Who's out there? Nobody. Now you stay quiet. He's feeling poorly, Mr. I don't want nobody bothering him. Well, we won't bother him. You stay out of there. You better wait outside, Chester. Yes, sir. That hut can't hold more than three people anyway. He heard somebody. Your wife says that you're sick, Ted. I told you to leave him alone. I told you not to be troubling him. Well, I'm only being neighborly, ma'am. If he's sick, maybe I can help. So you're a neighbor, mister? Well, my partner and I are planning a homestead nearby. As soon as we can decide on a good piece of land. Now you get it staked out, then you'll come see us, mister. Everything will be fine, then. Now, Flory, don't be that way. Me being sick and her having a dole of chores makes her kind of edgy, mister. And being up nights, that's what's hardest on her. I complain it. Yeah, I know, Flory, but I can tell. Mister, I got an idea. I said you wanted to help. Sure, sure, anything I can do. You willing to sit up with me tonight? No, Ben. Ah, you need some rest, Flory. You see, I got a fever, mister. I get to tossing them asleep. I throw off a blanket all like that. You don't look like you've been sleeping at all. Will you do it, mister, sit up with me? No. No, he ain't gonna sit up with you. Oh, why not, ma'am? I don't mind. Because I ain't gonna sleep in here with no stranger about. That's why. Oh, didn't think she would. Look, uh, I'll tell you what. I'll spend the night on the ground outside if you don't mind. We do mind. Flory, you ain't acting like a wife. You ain't acting like a wife at all. You can stay, mister. No, fine, good. Wait a minute, mister. Yeah, what? I was just wondering if maybe tomorrow you'd be willing. I ought to get into dodge and see the dock. There's a wagon outside. No, you don't. Oh, shit up. Sure, we'll take you in, mister. We'll be glad to. Are you gonna drive him into dodge tomorrow, Mr. Jones? Yeah, we'd better. But why don't she want him to go? Well, I guess the dock was right, Justin. She put a knife on him, and now she's trying to finish him off. Well, if he's got a six-gun under his blanket, why don't he just shoot her? Then who'd take care of him, feed him? He's getting more fever every day, and he can hardly walk, anyway. Well, he sure can't last much longer. With him staying away, trying to keep an eye on her all the time. Yeah. Chester, I think I'm gonna go in there and tell him who I am and load him into a wagon tonight. This has gone on long enough. I reckon you better, Mr. Jones. Yeah, where's your wife? She went around back, mister. Look, uh, Tabs, I'm gonna take you into dodge tonight. You are? Oh, that'll be fine, except for Florida. You want to tell me what's going on here? What do you mean? I'm not a homesteader, Tabs. I'm a U.S. Marshal. What? That's right. And I'm gonna take you into dodge, Flory, or no, Flory. You need sleep and you need care. Oh, well... Now, you can tell me your story when you want to. No. There's no story. I just got hurt a little as old. Look here, Marshal. You've got to understand, Flory. You know, she don't mean what she says. She gets all riled up over nothing. Well, you know how women are. What are you trying to say, Tabs? Well, I'm fine right here. And Flory, she's a good nurse, Marshal. You mean you don't want to go to dodge? No. She'll be up and around in a couple of days. Don't you worry about me. All right. I'll be back. Chester. Chester. Get your hands up and turn around, Marshal. She's got a shotgun, Mr. Dillon. And I'll use it, too. She was listening at the window. Now, my hands are up, Flory. I'm taking your gun. She got my gun, too, Mr. Dillon. You're making a bad mistake, Flory. I won't have you or nobody else meddling where you don't belong. Now, get your horses and ride out of here. All right. But we'll be back. I'm going to be sitting right by that door, Marshal. First thing I see are here gets a load of buckshot. It won't be us, Flory. But we'll be close enough to hear if you do shoot somebody. I couldn't help it, Mr. Dillon. She came looking around the side of the hut, and I didn't even see that, because the shotgun was too late. Yeah, neither did I. What are we going to do? There's nothing we can do tonight. But tomorrow and the day like, now we got our rifles. We'll think up some tricks for her. Listening to gun smoke in your favorite easy chair or out driving. Oh, there you are, in the kitchen. Say, you want to make whatever you're doing more enjoyable? Have a Chesterfield. 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It's hard to say with a woman like that. I thought you'd be back this morning. Yes, and I told you we wouldn't. We're gonna take your husband into dodge, ma'am. You're too late, Marshal. Too late? He died during the night. What? There's too much for his heart. He always did have a weak heart. Where is he, Flory? Lying there inside, Marshal. Why? Won't you believe me? I believe you, but I want to have a look at him. What for? I got him all wrapped up in his blanket, ready for burying. You'll go dig it grave for him if you want to help so much. All right, we'll dig a grave after I've seen him. You got no respect for the dead, Marshal? It's the living that bothers me right now, Flory. Gonna have a look at him now, Flory. You're an old veteran of coyote, Marshal. You don't have to watch. I'll go ahead. I don't care. All right, what did you use, Flory? Use? For what? I might have known he couldn't stay awake forever. He fell asleep and you stabbed him in the heart with a needle or something. That doesn't show much, does it? All right, I'll tell you. Don't matter none. Anyway, I killed him. Why would you want to kill your husband, Flory? My husband, he wasn't my husband. He killed my husband, Marshal. We never seen him before. He rode by here and started trouble. Over me it was. My husband pulled a knife, but... but he shot him. And I swore I'd kill him for it, and I did. Why, didn't you explain all this to Doc Adams when he was out here? Out of me last night. And let you take him and hang him? I had to kill him myself, Marshal. It's a promise I made my husband while he was dying. And I'm going to have to arrest you. You can't do nothing to me for this. You murdered a man, Flory. You're wrong, Marshal. You just admitted it. Well, I ain't doing no more talking. You take care of him and we'll go into dodge. But I won't be in jail long. You'll see. Good morning, Justin. Good morning. What's you doing? What's got there? There's a mail. Oh, did you pick it up? Yeah, I picked it up. I was down there anyway. How's Flory? She ain't said a word. Go get her, will you? Go get her. What for? She was right, Chester. I can't keep her in jail. But, Mr. Dillon, we just can't help it. Go get her, will you? Are you turning me loose? Not me, Mr. Dillon is. Flory? Not much of a jail you got, Marshal. Well, it's not strong enough to hold you. Of course it ain't. Flory, the man you killed, you told me you've never seen him before. I never had. What was his name? George Bassett. What else did you know about him? He was wanted, dead or alive. He was wanted. I got a circular on him in the mail, Chester. It's there on my desk. A circular? Well, forevermore. How did you know he was wanted, Flory? He said so. Now, that's hard to believe. Now, he told me when he was bothering me before he killed my husband. He said one more wouldn't matter. I guess he planned to kill me, too, later. Only he hadn't figured on getting cut up, and he needed me after that. Now, why didn't you tell me this out there, Flory? I didn't think you'd believe me, Marshal. Well, maybe you were right. I never heard of George Bassett before. You heard of him now? Yeah. Uh, there's gonna be some reward money coming, Flory. Marshal. Yeah, what? You say it. Say what, Flory? Oh, please. That you don't want the money? That you wouldn't take it? Thank you, Marshal. Thank you for saying it right. I feel some cleaner for that. In a moment, our star, William Conrad. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. Chesterfield, made by Exclusive Accu-Ray, packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed. Unlocks all the pleasure of buying tobacco. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. Firm and pleasing to the lips, Chesterfield, mild, yet they satisfy the most. You know, on the frontier, almost anybody who had a few dollars could open a bank of his own. And by the same token, anybody who had a gun could try to rob it. And next week, a man does. And that was the West. Good night. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Helen Cleeb, Lawrence Dobkin, and Stacey Harris. Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Smokers, this is it. L and M filters. So good to your taste, so quick on the draw. Make today your big red letter day, your L and M red letter days, superior taste and filter. It's the miracle tip. Make today your big red letter day, change to L and M today. L and M, so good to your taste. So quick on the draw. Get L and M today. Relax with L and M. So good to your taste, so quick on the draw. Join us again next week for another specially transcribed story on Gunsmoke.