 You don't have much choice left, mister. You can throw your gun away and they'll hang you. Or you can keep it and try to use it on me. Either way, you're going to die. Have gun. Will travel. Starring Mr. John Daner as Paladin. San Francisco. 1875. The Carlton Hotel. Headquarters of a man called Paladin. You're drinking, Mr. Paladin. Hey boy, bring your brandy. Oh, thanks. I'll set it down. Yes, sir. Well, do you want me to read it to you? Oh, I beg your pardon. I should think so. Reading over a guest's shoulder is hardly the proper behavior for an oriental gentleman. You'll go? Go where? Well, newspaper say blood feud rages in New Mexico. Thirty-eight men already die. Job for you, Mr. Paladin? Maybe so, hey boy. See. Violence flared again in Ren Seabree feud when one Carlos Morita killed James Seabree in a gunfight. Morita, a notorious killer, and hired his gun to the Ren faction. Mr. Paladin make money. One side hire Morita's gun, other side hire Mr. Paladin's gun. Hey boy, you sold me. Guess you better send a wire. Yes, sir, Mr. Paladin. Right now. If Dandruff dulls your hair, leaves your scalp itchy, please listen. You can get rid of annoying Dandruff so fast today, no one should suffer any longer. With Fitch Dandruff Remover Shampoo, unsightly Dandruff's gone in three minutes. It's the quickest, easiest of all leading shampoos. Besides that, using Fitch regularly is guaranteed to keep embarrassing Dandruff away. Simply apply in the unique Fitch manner. Before you wet hair, rub in one minute. This way, Fitch shampoo penetrates right down to the scalp. Next, add water. Lather one minute to wash every trace of Dandruff out of your hair. Then rinse one minute. All that loosened Dandruff goes down the drain. In three minutes with Fitch, one rubbing, one lathering, one rinsing, Dandruff's gone. And while removing Dandruff, Fitch can also brighten hair up to 35%. To get rid of Dandruff problems forever, brighten hair too, use Fitch regularly. Get Fitch Dandruff Remover Shampoo today, only 59 cents. It was late afternoon when I rode into the New Mexico town, but the summer sun was still merciless, reflecting off the adobe buildings. The dirt street seemed almost deserted. The town was motionless, except for something that swung slowly from a jerry-built scaffold in the middle of the street. It was a hangman's noose, and beneath it lay the body of a dead man. I said, get him up. I never argue with a shotgun. That's better. This him, Mr. Seabree? We'd like you to look at him. You, John Seabree? That's right. How long has that body been lying there? We hung him this morning. Who is it? Marita's brother. And Juan Marita is supposed to come for him. Is that it? That's it, Mr. Now, who are you? Paladin. You're late. Let's go inside. I don't want the job. You heard of Marita's reputation, Mr. It's scary. It doesn't scare me. I just don't want this job. I've paid you $500 in advance. You'll give the money back, Mr. Gladly. A mighty squeamish for a man with a gun for hire. Marita has killed nine human beings. To hunt an animal, a killer, you do whatever you have to. So you leave the brother's body unburied until Marita comes. No, thanks, Mr. Seabree. I understand that Marita is a cold-blooded killer. I know he killed your son in a gunfight that was no contest. I came here to take him for you. But I bury the dead, Mr. Seabree. Good day, gentlemen. Yes, sir. I like a room. My horse is outside. All right, I'll take him to the livery. You staying long, mister? Just the night. Can I get a bath? Well, water's real scarce here, mister. You get a pitcher full and you can do anything you want with it. It's real warm. I know. You the gunfighter? I'm the man Seabree brought in. Well, Marita killed nine men, some say more. He needs dying. Who are you? Well, my name's Haskell, John Haskell. You know Marita? He was born here. Beyond that, did you know him? Well, he was a friend of mine. He used to be. Now you want him dead. I told you, mister. He needs dying. The town was still quiet the next morning as I walked across the street to get my horse. One of Seabree's hands was dozing in a chair near the stable door, a shotgun in his lap. As I came out of the sunlight, I walked toward the stall. I had a feeling that someone was behind me in the shadows. And I was right. Mister, is this your fight? No, it isn't my fight. Are you Marita? I am Juan Marita, and I will advise you stay inside. He moved out of the door like a panther. The man in the chair was dead before he could raise a shotgun. Marita caught Seabree's other man as he came lurching onto the street. Men came Mr. Seabree himself. Only this time it was different. Marita's shot only wounded them. I'll get you next time, Marita. I'll get you. There will be no next time for you, John Seabree. Marita. I thought you said this was not your fight. You don't kill a man that way. You don't kill him when he's lying on the ground, when he can't reach his gun. I tried to get to him, but I was too late and I was too slow. Before I could draw, Marita swung his gun butt down on my head. Say, right now, you may have something worth a thousand dollars to you under the hood of your car, and may not even know it. Something worth a thousand silver dollars. A regular filter check is important to today's cars. So important that Fram Corporation is offering sixty thousand dollars in cash to get you to check your filters now. Last year, in preparation for Fram's silver anniversary, ten thousand secretly numbered Fram filter cartridges were distributed all over the United States and installed during regular servicing. These filters are worth varying amounts from one dollar to one thousand dollars. You may have one in your own car and not even know it. A Fram filter worth one thousand silver dollars. Check your oil filter and air filter now. If there's a specially numbered Fram filter in your car, you'll win up to one thousand silver dollars and your dealer will win the same amount. Get in on Fram's big silver treasure hunt. Check your filters now. In the trail I followed after one Marita was long, hot and dry. The desert knows how to keep its secrets. And I had been riding for three weeks when I finally came to another small Adobe town and went in to see the sheriff. For you, mister? That depends. I'm looking for Juan Marita. Oh, that's so. You know him? Yes, I know him. My sight? How long you've been after him, mister? About three weeks. Do you know where he is? I know where he is. What do you do, mister? Pay to protect him or are you just afraid? How long has it been since you read a paper, mister? Go on, pick it up. You might learn something. Amnesty? What amnesty? Read it for yourself. Three years of violence ended today when a general amnesty was declared in the bloody Wren Seabree feud in New Mexico. Is it true? Yeah, it's true. Go on, read the rest of it. The amnesty was called by Major General Thomas Hardy, the involved principles have laid down their arms and taken oaths to keep the peace. General Hardy said anyone breaking the amnesty would be summarily court-martialed and executed. Among those taking the oath was Juan Carlos Marita. And you don't break the amnesty. It'd start the whole thing up again. Where is he? He's on his way home. To Seabree's town? That's right. Now you better listen, mister. They mean it about this amnesty. You kill him, you hang. It had to stop somewhere. Let it lie. It's done. Not quite. Almost but not quite. Mister, I know Marita. I respect him. He says he wants to hang up his gun. I believe him. Now give him his chance. He'll have a chance. The small campfire was nearly out, but there were still embers. A long hunt was coming to an end. One Marita had been there. He couldn't be far away. In fact, at the moment he was closer than I wanted him to be. Your gun belt. Let it drop. Be quick. Now turn around so I can see your face. The man who was there with John Seabree. I was there. That day when you shot a wounded man in cold blood. John Seabree put a rope around my brother's neck. My brother was 18 years old. He didn't even shave yet. And John Seabree let him lie dead in the street. How many men your brother killed? You're 18-year-old brother. What do you sell us life for, Marita? I do not want to kill you. How many men, Marita? I do not want to kill again. I do not even know you. I have no hate for you. How much are Seabree's people paying you? How much am I worth? No charge. I want you for myself. But why I am nothing to you? You should have made the first shot count. If you had killed Seabree with the first shot, I wouldn't have given you a second thought. You had better stop thinking about me, mister. I am going now. If you follow me, I will kill your horse. Do not make me do that. You'll have to kill me too. I could do that, mister. Yes, I guess you could. His gun was pointed right at my belly. He could have killed me, but he didn't. He stood there and he started to tremble. Then, very slowly, his gunhand dropped to his side. No, I will not kill you. I will not kill again. I put my life in your hands. Here, I give you my gun. Mister, I give you two hundred dollars, all I got. You take me home alive. Don't let anyone lay a gun on me until I get there. A man should die among his people. I will not wear a gun again. Thurow Red Kentucky Clubs. Thurow Red. Who's gonna win that horse and make it pay? Lots of money. Well, Kentucky Club. Pipe Tobacco has to find the winner. So the horse is here. The time is near. Get your entry blank today. Yes, enter the annual Derby Day Contest sponsored by Kentucky Club's nine brands of pipe tobaccos. First prize, a Thoroughbred Bay Code. Some of famous oil capital. One over five hundred eighty thousand dollars. Jocky Ted Atkinson helped select this prize code. You name him and he's yours. He could win a fortune for you. Get Kentucky Club Derby Day Contest entry blanks free at Tobacco Counties now. Hey! Who's gonna win the Thoroughbred Kentucky Clubs? Thoroughbred. Who's gonna win that horse and make it pay? Lots of money. Well, Kentucky Club. Pipe Tobacco has to find the winner. So the horse is here. The time is near. Get your entry blank today. It was a long ride home for Marita. We had time to get to know each other in the silences and in the times when we talked. Let's rest the horses a minute. All right. Paladin? Yeah? You think it is possible they will let me come back? You think they can let themselves forget? I don't know, Marita. Some won't. Some may try. I don't know. But for me, I'd ride west. I wouldn't try to go back. No. No, my people say a man is like a tree. You tear out his roots, he dies. No man wants to die. I have killed 12 men, Paladin. I remember the faces of each of them. I do not forget. You think I have a right to live? You have a right to try. A man speaks of death, but he is not sincere. I want to live. I want to get married. You think I'm crazy? No, Marita. Well, optimistic maybe, but not crazy. Marie, she's a woman with a tender spirit. I would give my eyes to know that I could grow all together with her. You will see her, Paladin. You will tell me if she's not a woman to behold. I'm sure she is. I will not live a week. I will not wear a gun and I will not live a week. I was an altar boy. And now I have killed 12 men. I cannot forget. And if I cannot, Paladin, can the others. Then why go back? To try? Marita was making a good try and it wasn't easy. There was sullenness and suspicion through the town the day we got back. The hangman's rig still stood in the middle of the street and there was talk that it was waiting for Marita. But he kept his word. He didn't put on a gun. And on the night of the fiesta it looked like he might make it. You see, Paladin, you see my Maria, I told you she is a woman to behold. You were right, Juan. She's lovely. The senior is very kind. And we will marry and we will have children and we will live together until we are old. Is that not so, Maria? It is so. I drink too much. I talk too much. This is for you, Paladin. You dance with my Maria. I will be back in a little bit. It will be my pleasure. Maria. Would you forgive me, Mr. Paladin, if I asked you to come aside with me for a moment? The chance to talk with you. Always at the service of a pretty woman, Maria. That Juan, tonight he's broke. Tonight he remembers how much we used to love each other. Do you think he will remember tomorrow when he's tired or angry or feels he must kill someone? I don't speak for him, Maria. Do you love him? A man like that, if you're a woman, he can stir you. I do not know if I love him anymore, Mr. Paladin. But I do not want to marry him. And tell him so. He has killed 12 men, senior. Do you know how simple it would be for him to kill another? Who? Another. None. No more, Maria. The killing is finished. I believe him. I'm going to marry someone else, Mr. Paladin. He is not a gunfighter. I'm afraid for him. Tell Juan. He won't strap on a gun. He won't kill this man. If he tries? If he tries, I won't let him. What is this you will not let someone do, Paladin? I won't let you put on a gun, Maria. I get my word. Why should I break it? I don't think you will. But, Maria, she thinks I will, is that it? Why, Maria? Why? Juan. It is said, Paladin, that only a fool's does between lovers. Who is he, Maria? I cannot marry you, Juan. But I love you. It is too late. Too much has changed. You have changed. Another. There is another. While I was away. Who is he, Maria? I love him, Juan. I believe you. Tell me his name. Do not kill him. His name. I know your name, John Haskell. I called you friend. Do you have a gun friend? I own one in the street tonight. Morita. Do not make me come after you, Haskell. Thy big friend. Maybe she will cry for you. Morita, you gave me your word. Maria, she gave me her word, too, Mr. Paladin. And so it was not over after all. There was to be another shooting in another dusty street. And it could only come out one way. Man doesn't learn much about gunfighting, not behind a hotel desk. But Haskell wouldn't hide. He came outside the hotel, wearing his gun belt awkwardly. Morita's shot caught him in the shoulder. Then it was up to me. After all, I had also given my word. Do not stand in front of him. You're not going to shoot him again, Morita. Do not make me kill you. You're not good enough to fight me. We'll see. I said it. It seems a long time ago. I do not wish to kill you. You have a choice, Morita. You can throw away a gun, and they'll hang you for breaking the amnesty. Or you can fight me. I will not hang. He lay there in the street, in the shadow of the hangman's rig. One Morita had tried, but they couldn't live without his gun. At least he didn't hang. Do you want a drink, Mr. Paladin? Hey, boy, bring a brandy. Oh. Oh, thanks. You set it down. Yes, sir. Mr. Paladin. You want Hey Boy to read paper with you? Find a job for you like last time? No, Hey Boy. Not like last time. Oh, Mr. Paladin, big hero. Stop you, kill big killer. No. You're not a hero if you kill a man who wanted you to do it. What Mr. Paladin mean? Never mind. Just get me another drink. Will Travel, created by Herb Meadow and Sam Rolfe, is produced and directed by Norman McDonnell and stars John Daner as Paladin, with Ben Wright as Hey Boy. Tonight's story was written by Julian Fink and adapted for radio by Marion Clark. Featured in the cast were Harry Bartell, Lillian Baef, Clark Gordon, Lawrence Dobkin and Barney Phillips. Hugh Douglas speaking. Join us again next week for Have Gun, Will Travel.