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That's what the note said. It seemed somebody told him where he could find Jack Brand. Jack Brand? Well, what's he doing around here? I don't know. I guess Missouri got too rough for him. Why don't they handle their own outlaws instead of chasing him into Kansas for Matt to catch? Mr. Dillon says Brand's got three of his gang with him. You mean Matt's gone out alone after four men? Well, if I knew where he was, I'd go help him, Doc. Oh, well, there's nothing you can do about it, Chester. You worries me, though. That last hold up the gang pulled. They say four men got shot down. Well, maybe they've quit. Maybe that's why they came to Kansas. When you ever hear of a bunch of outlaws quitting? Oh, yes, no. I guess I was just talking to myself, Chester. Chester! Chester! Well, that's Mr. Dillon, Doc. Uh, where is he? Well, there he is, sitting on that wagon. Oh, yes. Well, who's that with him? I'll probably give him a ride, I guess. Hello, Mr. Dillon. Hello, Chester. Doc. Hey, you lose your horse, Matt? We left our horses out at Bowers Ranch and borrowed this wagon. One of his riders will bring him in tomorrow. Yes, with you, Mr. Dillon. You've seen his picture, Chester. Oh, my goodness. He's Jack Brand. Let's get on, Brandon. You first. For sure. How come you let him drive the wagon, Mr. Dillon? To keep his hand full, Chester. Here, take my shotgun and lock him up. Yes, sir. Where's the others? I thought he had three men with him. Well, tell him, Marshal, tell him where they are. They're in the wagon, Chester. Out of that canvas. Are they all dead, Matt? All three of them? They're all dead, Doc. Rudious Marshal, I ever saw. It's just a wagon loaded with meat to him. That's enough, Brandon. It ain't hardly enough. I never seen such a killing. What happened, Mr. Dillon? It doesn't matter. They put up a fight and I had to take them. Well, I'll tell him what happened. Your law man here hit himself in the grass and just waited for us to come out of that cabin. And then he yelled, so naturally we headed for cover. Who wouldn't? He'd just laid there and he cut loose the shotgun. He tore up two of the boys that way. Then he stood up and he cut down Hank Smith with a six-shooter. How come you got out of it, Brandon? I'll jump back in the cabin, then I give up. We weren't putting up a fight. He spooked us yelling like that. Make any man jump. Oh, I suppose you're trying to say that you wouldn't have shot. We tried to shoot him. Who wouldn't? Any man's got a right to defend himself. I never heard of resisting arrest called self-defense. I never heard of no Marshal shooting down everybody on the landscape. Lock him up, Chester. Get going, Brandon. Well, if he asked you to think he was killing the hogs, not a man to shut up and keep a bloody head of Marshal Adams. See, how come you brought the bodies back, man? Why didn't you just bury him out there? I wanted more witnesses than me to identify him, Doc. Might save trouble when Brandon goes to trial. You say you were mighty lucky taking four outlaws that way, man. Yeah. Well, three out of all, say, wait'll people around here hear about this. Brand's right, Doc. It's a lot of killing. An awful lot. Oh, no, you don't. You don't get to thinking about it too much. No matter. It's your job, you did it, and so it's over. It's over. Wait'll tomorrow or the next day, there'll be somebody else. There's always another man to kill. Oh, no, that's not the way to look at it, man. I've never heard of you shooting anybody you didn't have to. No, I never did. Sometimes that doesn't help much. So you look tired, man. I haven't slept since I rode out of here two days ago. Well, now you get some rest, and you'll feel better. Sure. Brand's snug in jail, Mr. Dillon. He don't like it much, but I told him not to try kicking his way out that I'd be sleeping in the office. 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Ellen M is sweeping the country. It's America's best filter tip cigarette. You sure I shouldn't wake him up and tell him? It can wait until morning, Chester. Matt's too tired to do anything about it tonight. I guess you're right. Of course I am. Okay. Good night, Chester. Good night, doc. Don't go from a... Don't do it. I tell you to leave the gun alone. Mr. Dillon? Don't make me kill you. Don't make me kill another man. No, I've spilled enough blood. I don't want to kill you. No, it's Chester. There ain't nobody here. You were asleep. You've been dreaming. No, no, no. It's all right, Chester. My gracious, I come in and I heard you talking and I thought somebody was here. That moonlight ain't too bright. I couldn't see good at first. Sure. I had to yell at you a couple of times before you woke up. You was dreaming you was in a fight against. Yeah. Yeah, that's what I was dreaming. Nightmares like that. They're just terrible, ain't they? There's a bottle in the dust drawer over there. Chester, get it for me, will you? Yes, I know for it, yes. Have nightmares sometimes when I was a boy. But I don't get them much no more. Excuse me, Mr. Dillon. Good stiff drink will do you good. Thanks, Chester. A little past midnight. Jack Brand awake? No, he'd be bellerin' if he was. But, Mr. Dillon, now that you're awake, there's something I ought to tell you. Oh, what? Well, me and Doc was having a drink over at the Alfred Gantz, and a fella come in there and started talking real loud. Talking about what? Well, sir, mostly about how he's gonna tree dodge and how he's gonna tell you to... He says he's a friend of Jack Brand's, and he's heard about how you caught him and all. What's his name? Stanger. Joe Stanger. Yeah, I know him. Do you think he'll cause trouble? Probably. I'm not gonna worry about him tonight. No, sir, that's what me and Doc figured. He won't try nothing tonight. All the same, keep your gun handy, Chester. Let's try to get some sleep. Chester, it's hardly... Throw a bucket of water on him. I'm holding the gun on you, can't you see it? Where'd you get that gun? He's hanging over there and in there, hanging on the wall all down here. Take your own sleep tag about it. I've been this chicken coop long enough. Drop it, Brand. What? I got the keys, Mr. Dillon. I'll get his gun out of there. All right, go ahead. Stand back, Brand. You like to bust my hand. You're lucky. Kill me, I suppose, just like you kill everybody. Shut up. Not now. Where'd you get that gun? Don't be smart. Wait a minute. He tossed it to you right through those bars on the window. I didn't know Stanger was in town. Didn't you? Chester, get some boards and nail them over the window so nothing can get through it. I'll fix it, Mr. Dillon. Oh, wait a minute. Marshall, that's the only window in here. You can't board it up. You'll get enough air. Nobody will be dark. I don't like it dark. Don't you? When you got it fixed, we'll go to breakfast, Justin. It won't take long, Mr. Dillon. It's early in the morning, Mr. Dillon. Oh, weren't you up gambling all night last Saturday, Justin? Oh, well. That's different. Oh, how? Well, I've been asleep all night. This time things look different when you had a good night's sleep. Yeah, they sure do. You didn't have no more nightmares last night, did you? No, but I didn't sleep well. You ought to take some time off. Go out and buffalo something or something. Yeah, maybe ought to take a lot of time off. Wait a minute, Justin. What? That's Joe Stanger coming there. It seems like all he is, what's he doing up so early? Maybe he wants to find out why Jack Brand hasn't shot his way out of jail yet. Well, you won't throw him no more guns. Not the way I got that place boardied up now. Get out of the way, Justin. Yes, sir. Marshall? You're up early, Stanger. Train leaves for Abilene in about an hour. Going to Abilene? I'll be back next week. Jack Brand will still be in jail. I heard you caught him. Got a friend of yours, isn't it? Sure. But any part of his gang, I never was. Yeah, I know. Of course, there ain't much gang left now. No. You're a pretty rough man, Marshall. Well, I have to be. Don't ever bother you. Killin' people the way you do. Stanger, I shot a gun out of Jack Brand's hand this morning. You come by the office later, and I'll give it back to you. Well, what would I want if it was smashed up six-shoots? It's yours, isn't it? Well, I'm wearing mine. I ought to throw you in jail, too. What for? To get you out of sight of nothin' else. I wouldn't go to jail, Marshall. Not without a fight I wouldn't. I ain't afraid of you. You want to try it? Go ahead. Go ahead and draw. What's the matter, Marshall? I thought you liked killin' men. Well, it's holding you back. You're gonna have to fight me sooner or later. Get out of here, Stanger. Go get on your train. Ha-ha-ha! We'd like to tell everybody about Matt Dillon. How he's lost his nerve. Get out, I said. Well, I don't want to shoot down a man that won't draw. Not today, anyway. But I'll be back, Marshall. Next week... Why didn't you shoot him, Mr. Dillon? Chester, you go on to breakfast. I'm going back to the office. What? Why, you told me... You hurt me! Well, yes, sir. Okay, Mr. Dillon. You're doing right in the letter. Here, Chester, take us down to the depot, will you? Sure. I want it to go out right away. U.S. War Department. What are you telegraphin' Washington about? That's my resignation, Chester. What? I'm quittin' right now. Why, you can't do that. I've done it. Oh, I don't believe it. You're a funny man. A man can quit a job, Chester. I've quit jobs before. Well, I know, but this is different. What's different about it? The government doesn't own me. But think what'll happen if you ain't Marshall here? There are other men who can be Marshall. Mr. Dillon. What? You ain't doing this because of... Well, what Joe Stanger said. That I've lost my nerve? Oh, he's wrong about that. And he's wrong about my likein' to kill men, too. You've never killed nobody unless you had to. And now I don't have to. I'm through, Chester. I knew I was through when I didn't draw on Stanger this morning. I've killed my last man. I just don't know what to say, Mr. Dillon. I've hated this job since that day I took it. Have a taste for killin', and now they can find somebody who has. He'll make up better Marshall than I ever was. That ain't true. Go send the telegram, Chester. The Delmonicos haven't breakfast. And with a good appetite for a change. I've got L&M. I've got L&M. I've got L&M. And L&M's got everything. Best filter. No filter compares with L&M's pure white miracle tip for quality or effectiveness. Best flavor. The miracle tip draws easy. Let's you enjoy all the taste. Best tobaccos. Highest quality tobaccos. No nicotine tobaccos. L&M tobaccos. Light and mild. Today by L&M. It's sweeping the country because it's America's best filter tip cigarette. Yes, today. 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I didn't know we'd caught that many. Yeah. Maybe we'll have a fish fry tonight. Well, we can feed half a dodge with all those. Well, I doubt it. You ever see Chester go through a mess full of fish? The last time he starved himself a couple of days in advance. Maybe we can kind of sneak up on him tonight. I know. He knows we're out here. Maybe you ought to go into the business, Matt. Oh? What business? Fishing. You could do it for a living. Well, I am going to have to find something to do for a living, I guess. Well, it won't hurt you to loaf for a while, Matt. I'm enjoying it. You know something, Matt? What? I think this is the first time I've ever seen you that you weren't wearing a gun. It is. And I'm enjoying that, too. Someday maybe nobody will wear guns. Yeah. Maybe. You know something, I'm sleepy. You're lazy. So lazy you're probably going to starve to death before you find a new job. I don't care. Matt, look. Somebody's coming on horseback. No? Well, that's Chester. Oh, he's as lazy as you were. Imagine taking a horse to come this far. Oh, Chester hates walking. Besides, he looks like he's in a hurry. Maybe he couldn't wait for that fish fry. Hello, Miss Kitty. Look in that sack, Chester. We've got about 30 catfish already. Well, that's fine, Miss Gavit. Mr. Dillon, Joe Stanger's in town. Oh? Well, it doesn't matter to me, Chester. But you don't understand. Understand what? What I come to tell you. Stanger's at the Alephorganza. A while ago he had words with one of the girls there and she slapped him and he pulled out his gun and he killed her. Who was the girl, Chester? The late Hawkins? Oh, no. That's who it was, Miss Kitty. And then the bartender tried to stop him and Stanger shot him, too. And I hear he's going to die. I grabbed the horse off the hitch rail and come right down to tell you you've got to stop him, Mr. Dillon. I'm not Marshall anymore here, Chester. I quit. No, that don't matter. It does to me. You mean you're going to let Joe Stanger walk around dodging and shoot everybody that gets in his way, including women? I'm throw-killing. I told you that. Who's going to stop him then? You're the only man around here that'll go up against him and you'll know it. That may be true. But I'm still not going to do it. Wait, Mr. Dillon. Wait a minute. I've been thinking a lot about all this lately and there's something you've been overlooking. Oh? Men like Stanger and Bran, they've got to be stopped. I'd do it if I could, but I can't. I ain't good enough. Most men ain't. But you are. It's kind of too bad for you that you are, but that's where it is. And there's nothing you can do about it. Not now. It's too late. It's way too late. Give me your gun, Chester. Want my holster? I'll carry it in my belt. Chester, I'll help you carry the fish back. Sure, Matt. Sure. Now our star, William Conrad. Thank you, George. Mild and plenty quick on the draw. That's L&M for you. 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