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But the old one that keeps jabbering at him, I swear, I don't see how that boy can stand it. All he has to do is walk off, you know. Yeah, I suppose. They sure do look like they never got far from the sod, don't they? Yeah. Oh, look at that. Oh, he slammed that old fella into the wall. I knew he'd get enough sooner or later. He's hitting that old man again, Mr. Dillon. Now they'll be using knives next. Come on. He stopped hitting him. He's just kindly squeezing him now. Yeah. At least he made that old man quit talking at him. Well, that's one way of doing it. I don't know more about it, and I don't. Let me go, buddy. You grab my rib. I'll crack your neck. He'll do it too, Mr. Dillon. All right, turn him loose, fellow. What? I said turn him loose. Now. It's my business to meddle. I'm a marshal here. Marshal? That's right. Well, I wasn't hurting him none. You were all right, ain't you, Uncle Oliver? Little bear hug ain't gonna ruin me. He didn't mean nothing, died, Marshal. Didn't mean nothing, but he liked it. Killed him. Viney plays rough sometimes. You're his uncle, huh? Yeah, Viney's paw died not very long ago, and he practically never did have a maw, so I'm kind of taking care of him. Isn't he a little old and need-taking care of? I think I'm 22. You don't understand. Viney's lived all his life out on the prairie. This is the first time he's come to a town but he's gonna make out fine. You'll see. Oh, Uncle Oliver. No, I mean it. You be an important man someday, Viney. As important as Marshal here. Wait a minute. I got an ID. I know what it is, too, and I'd like it fine, Uncle Oliver, but I can't be Marshal. Now use your head. I am using it. Why can't you be Marshal? Because they got him, that's why. I don't mean right now. You gotta learn how first, and you know how to learn how by working for this Marshal. You follow them around, help them out, find out all the things they've done. No, Uncle Oliver. Ain't I right, Marshal? No. What's wrong with it? For one thing, I don't need a helper. Well, everybody can use little help. Chester Proudfoot gives me all the help I need. What's Chester Proudfoot? I'm Chester Proudfoot. Dog on it? Oh. Well, there you are, Uncle Oliver. There I am, nothing. What do you want me to do? Get rid of Chester Proudfoot, shoot him or something? What kind of talk is that? Are you during people crazy? Yeah, he's right, Vinnie. That's no way to talk. I'm surprised at you. You'd be more surprised if I did it, wouldn't you? Yeah, now. I'm gonna find our wagon and get me some sleep. I'm tired of talking to you. He don't mean nothing by it, Marshal. He's young and hot-headed. Well, I sure hope you're all right. He come to the city to make his way, and I'm trying to help him. I had nothing wrong with that. There is plenty wrong with that the way he was talking? Well, no use arguing. I'm gonna go do me some gambling now. I'll see y'all. 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It's America's best filter tip cigarette. Do you want some more coffee, Kitty? Did you find out their last name? Well, they didn't bother to tell me, but I ran into Moss Grimmick there, keeping their wagon at his staple. He said their name's Stang. Stang? You sure sound like a great pair. Yeah. You know, maybe in a few weeks and dodge around people, it'll start acting more civilized. Sounds like they're just plain simple minded to me. Yeah, you'll meet them. Oliver, anyway, he's a gambling man. He is, huh? What's his game, mumbly peck? He might surprise you, Kitty. Well, maybe. What I've heard about him, he won't surprise any dealers, I know. Uh-uh. Huh? What? You're about to meet Viny now. Bust in on you and this lady, Marshal... That's all right. I wanted to tell you something. Uh, this Miss Russell, Viny Stang. How do you do, lady? How do you do? It's about that job, Marshal, working for you. I thought we'd been through that, Viny. I'm worried you might let Uncle Oliver talk you into something. Well, you can stop worrying. What I come to tell you is I changed my mind. I don't want that job. Well, that's fine, Viny. You don't get it. I don't want no part of it. What I come to tell you... Viny, you can quit worrying about the job. It isn't there. Now, uh, why don't you go to work for some freighter or a stable or something, huh? I just might do that, Marshal. I've been thinking on it. Well, good. Good. Fine. Like you say, I'm sorry busting in on you this way. I'll be going. You didn't do him justice, Matt. You'd take two of him to be simple-minded. I'm not so sure, Kitty. What do you mean, Matt? Nobody could be as simple as Viny. Not even Viny. To be pretty quiet tonight. That's why I came back to the office. There's nothing doing on the street. They say there's a big Texas herd driving in a couple of days. About 5,000 head. Well, that ought to wake Dodge up. And keep it up. I bet them cussed cowboys out there on the prairie right now figuring out some new way to tear this town apart. I'd be pretty smart to do that. Oh, uh... I throwed the mail on your desk there, Mr. Jones. Oh, yeah, I see it. Thanks. I'm going out back a minute. Okay. You see Chester from up there? He's been shot. There was nothing to do but forget about the gunman and carry Chester up to Dock's. He was still unconscious when I got him there. And after Dock took a look at the crease in his head, I didn't guess how much longer he'd stay that way. And, of course, I knew now why Vinnie Stang had come up to me at the restaurant made such a big point about not wanting Chester's job. He was planning all the time to shoot him. So I went out after Vinnie. And I went almost everywhere. But I didn't find him. Finally, I tried the long branch where I thought Oliver might be gambled. And then maybe he could lead me to it. What about this strike? I am. Anybody in particular? Vinnie Stang. Huh? He ambushed Chester a while ago. Oh, no. Matt, he didn't... Chester's still unconscious, kiddie, but Dock thinks he's going to pull through. Oh. You sure it was Vinnie, did it? Sure enough to be looking for him. Last I saw him was in the restaurant. I thought Oliver might know something about him. Has he been in here? Well, he was until about an hour ago. He got sleepy. What? He said he went out back. Said he was going to have himself a nap. On the ground? Well, I'd be surprised if he ever slept in the bed. Yeah, you may be right. Well, he had supper out there, too. We'd quit the pharaoh table and went to the bar and got some beer. And then he pulled some jerky out of his pocket and went out back to eat and sleep the whole thing off. Nothing's too good for Oliver. Well, I hope he won't mind my disturbing. Matt, I'm going to go over to Dock and see if there's anything I can do. Yeah, you tell him I'll be back later, huh? Yeah, all right. I want to talk to you. Come on. Yeah, sure. Sure, I'm awake. Come on. Man, I've got to get a little sleep now, man. Where's Viney, Oliver? Viney? I don't know. When did you see him last? Why this afternoon? You haven't seen him since? No. What do you want him for, Marsha? Something wrong? Just as been shot. No. Ambushed. Ambushed. That's right. Well, you think Viney did it, huh? Well, he didn't, Marsha. Viney had never killed nobody in his life. I didn't say he killed him. What? I said he shot him. Hit him in the head. Chester's still unconscious. He ain't dead? You seem disappointed. Now, look here, Marsha. We stangs don't go around shooting people. I won't stand for nobody saying we do. I want Viney, Oliver, and you're going to help me find him. You know his ways. You know where he might be. Viney didn't do it. He threatened to. And the night he tried to fool me, said he didn't want Chester's job. Chester doesn't have any other enemies I know of. Are you going to help me find Viney or I'll let you wait in jail till I find him? No, you take your choice. Jail? That's right. You said Chester ain't come, too. What's that got to do with it? Well, if he dies, I'll be real bad, won't you? Yeah. Real bad. Marsha, if Vine had done it, I'm as strong again him as you are, blood, kin, or not. I'll help you find him. I sure will. Look in the oasis here, Marsha. This is the last place I can think of where he might be. Any particular reason why he'd be in here? It's the littlest rag-tailed saloon in town. Can't be many people in there. Viney is more at home where there ain't too many people. All right. I'll go in first, Oliver. Sure. Well, there's nobody here but the bartender. And he's asleep. Well, let's wake him up and ask him. No, I wouldn't do any good. They don't talk to the law in this place. I'm just plum confounded, Marsha. I don't know where to look now. We've been everywhere that boy might be. Maybe. Well, you think of some place in. You think of it, Oliver. I'm going back and see how Chester's coming along. You talk like you don't believe me. I believe you when you find Viney. All right. I'll find him. I'll look all night if I have to. I'll look all night, Oliver. It's about 10 o'clock now. You look till midnight. What do you mean? Have Viney in my office by midnight. Now, see, you don't believe me. I believe you. I just think you might have better luck without me hanging around. If he did it, I want him caught bad as you do. I told you that. And if he didn't do it, he's probably got a good alibi. But you'll find him. And don't you run. I'll track you down if it takes all year. Marsha, you're a terrible wrong about me. I'll be waiting in my office, Oliver. Let's take a closer look at L&M's superior filter. The purest tip that ever touched your lips. It's white. All white. Truly the miracle tip. Because when it's added to L&M's superior tobacco, it actually tones up the taste. 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No way in the world might be in an hour and might not be for a day. But he did see who it was. Oh, yes, sure. But he didn't say who. So, that's no help. Yes, it is, Doc. How? If Chester saw Viney, then Viney must know he did. And he won't make him feel very easy. Well, you've got him in jail, haven't you? No. But it won't take long now. Oh, and Doc, while I'm gone, you lock this door and you keep it locked, huh? Sure. I've found him yet, Marshal, but I'm going to. Uh... How's Chester? How Doc thinks he's gonna be all right. He came to a minute or so. He did? Yeah. Long enough to tell Doc he saw who shot him. But he didn't get the name out. Oh. What he does, it's all the evidence I'll need to put Viney in prison for a long time. But there's one good thing. If Chester don't die, Viney don't hang. What I'm worried about is that he's bound to hear Chester's still alive and try to finish him off with Oregon talk. Marshal, I swear I'll run him down before he does anything like that. He's in bad enough trouble now. Yeah, the way things are, I'm not gonna wait for you to do it alone. You look where you think best, Oliver. I'm gonna cover the south side of town again. If you find him, you take him to my office and wait. Okay, Marshal. All right, let's get started. As I left Oliver and walked down Front Street, I noticed a figure standing in the shadows directly across from where we'd been talking. I guessed it was Viney, but I couldn't be sure. And at the moment, it didn't matter much anyway. I walked on a ways. Then I ducked up an alley and ran around back to the rear of Doc's place. A handful of pebbles brought him to his window and he lowered the fire rope for me, and I was sewn inside. We pulled the rope up and locked the window and then went into the front office to wait. The door's still locked, Matt. He can't get in. Well, you'll knock, Doc. When he does, you open the door fast and get behind it and stay there. All right, I'll stay there all right. Matt, are you sure Viney's coming up here? He's gotta shut Chester up before it's too late, doesn't he? But he must know I'm here with Chester. Yeah, that's right, Doc. Oh, you mean he aims to walk in here and shoot me too? You must be tired tonight, Doc. And killed Uncle Oliver. I had to, Viney. Well, why didn't you wait? I'd have stopped him. Then why didn't you stop him downstairs? I couldn't get over there fast enough. Where have you been, Viney? Uncle Oliver told me to go wait for him by the river this evening, but I figured he was up to something. Then I heard about Chester and I knew. I've been following him ever since. I was afraid to show myself. I thought you'd shoot me, Marshall, just like you shot him. I told you I had to shoot him. But he was only trying to help me like he promised Pa, he would. He tried too hard. All I want... All I want is to go home. I didn't want Chester's job. I told you that. Don't you even remember? Yeah, I remember. 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