 In Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. It 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. Doc, you can heal him, can't you? You can make him live. He's bad, hurt bullets, and I respect his age. If I could have seen him sooner, maybe. They sent him home like that, Doc. My boy tied to the back of his horse like a butchered hog. Hand me that cloth, sir. He was brutal, whoever they was. You don't know? He never said who he was seen. But I know why they shot him. Oh, why? Because he was through with him. He told him he wasn't going to ride with him no more. Oh, Lemmy, Lemmy. Ah, there's the bullet. He's coming too, Doc. Lemmy, Lem, who did this to you? Ah, tell me, Lemmy, don't be afraid. Tell me who hurt you. Well, let's see. Try, Lemmy. Try to speak. Who shot you? We should know who did this terrible thing. They should be made to pay. There's no paying for Lemmy. But someone's got the answer for it. Think now. Are you sure you don't know who did it? No, Doc. I swear I don't. This is one thing Lemmy didn't talk about. And I know he wasn't proud of it. I know that. And you went to them this morning to call it quits? That's what he said. He told me he'd have to worry about his riding off no more. Just got to believe that he's all right, and brains things in town, sir. I'll be back in a little while. Will you be all right? Yes, Doc. I'll be all right. That's the way it looks to me. He wasn't really a bad boy, and I figured when he found out what he was in for, he wanted no part of it. Whoever it was, he killed it to keep him quiet. I think that was it, Matt. He'd send him home, then. Whoever it was thought he was dead. I was barely a sign of life in him when I got to him. Might have been sent home as a warning to his mother. In case she did know anything. Well, I suppose so. I always say, Matt, he, do you suppose, if the killer thought the boy did talk? I got the idea that you'd know anything. Of course, the mouth wouldn't have, Matt. Well, maybe it would, but if you were about it, they'd kill you. Now, you'll listen to me, Doc. This is my business. You stick to trying to keep folks alive. I'd like to take care of this one. Just forget it, Doc. You've already done all you could for living. Wood's place. Yeah, Chester, I know. Doc was there when the boy did. How'd you find out about it, Chester? Well, I was passing by Mr. Jonas' store, and I heard about it. I used to go on out at the Wood's place. I looked around, but there weren't any unusual tracks. You was doing some tracking? Well, I mean, I'd be a bloodhound like you are, Chester, but... I can read some. Ah, sorry, Doc. Get my horse with you, Chester. Yes, sir. I've been there twice today. You tell Sarah I'll drop by to see her tomorrow. Yeah. This is the worst. Sounds awful, Doc. Who killed him? I thought you said he was already out when you got to him. Well, he was. Yes, he was. But he roused himself just before he died. Enough to say a few words. And you hurt him, Doc? Not so fast. Oh, not so fast. I'll do my talking at the proper time and not before. The end of the may you're doing. Telling us he knows you'll kill the boy. He's been like an old woman. Bending the ear of anybody in the place of... One isn't usually your favorite kind of talk. Is it true you know he'll kill the boy? Well... Well, yes, Kitty. Does Matt know this? Well, not exactly. Does Matt know that you're spreading the word around that you know who the killer is? No, Kitty, he doesn't. No, I'll bet he doesn't. Are you trying to get yourself killed, Doc? Oh, stop worrying about it. This is a man's work. You mean you're doing this on purpose? Kitty, you're listening to me. I'm not anxious to get myself hurt. But whoever did this must be brought in. So you've been telling this story all over town? What's the best way I know of flushing him out? He'll kill you, Doc. Here's your sitting here. But then we'd know who did it, wouldn't we? Doc, you're a stubborn old fool. I just hope you get a chance to grow older. I reckon so. You're supposed to come. Get my bag and you can ride out there with me in the bucket. No, thanks, Doc. I'd rather go home by the creek. I don't want to ride with you. Well, I'd better go alone. He'd sure be better off. He'd stick to his life. So busybody's been covering the town. Telling his story about the way the little every day will know where he is. You mean he's saying he knows who killed Lemmy? That's what he's been saying ever since it happened. I thought you told him to keep his mouth shut. I did, Chester, and I guess I'd better go tell him again. Well, he ain't up to his office. You don't worry when? Yes, sir, I do. I've seen the whole thing. Raghdale Boy come in a little bit of gold and paper. Well, he just said they sent him to get Doc out of the widowwoods. That's all. Well, then I seen Doc drive off in his button. Come on, let's get her home. We don't make no difference. You couldn't hit the broadside. I gotta say, sir, I match it. She tried to warn me. They may have hurt her. We've taken care of folks. Well, maybe you're right, Chester, but Doc maybe wasn't too smart about the way he handled things. But he sure...