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You might have thought he was figuring to buy the place, but after two days of his walk-in and sitting and watching, I decided that maybe that wasn't exactly what he had in mind. You're looking for somebody, mister? You've been in Dodge long enough, stranger. You know who I am. You're Marshal Dillon. If there's anything about this town you haven't found out, maybe I can help you. This is the first civilization I've seen in months, Marshal. Just trying to get used to it again. By the way, my name is Cole Yankton. Well, it ain't no summer name, Marshal, if that's what you think. What do you do that keeps you away from civilization, Yankton? Oh, I've been horse-trading, brown among the settlers, a few peaceful Indians. Uh-huh. But you're done with that now. I sold what I had. Come out pretty good, too. And most men who come here with a steak-spended gambler, I haven't seen you near a saloon yet. I'll look them over later. You aiming to stay here long? I come here to take the Santa Fe to Wichita, Marshal. Well, it goes every day. You got something against me? No, not yet. You just being a lawman, you gotta be suspicious of everybody, don't you? Not everybody. There's nothing wrong with me, Marshal. Don't you worry about things? I want, Yankton. Good. I'm gonna let you do the worrying. I figured the saloon's about to go broke. Oh, why's that, Kitty? Well, they've almost stopped the water in the whiskey. Oh? I swear they're pouring at least half and a half these days. Ah, Kitty, Sam's gotta make it last, you know? One barrel for the whole winter? Well, the less people drink, the less trouble they make for me. Ah, that's been selfish. Ah. I wondered how long he'd hold, huh? Who you talking about? Now, the man at the door over there. He's been in town two days, and it's the first time I know he's come into a saloon. Kitty, what's the matter? Nothing, Matt. Nothing. Now, you're staring at him like he was a ghost or something? A ghost. Well, what is it, Kitty? Do you know him? Call Yankton. Well, who is he? Well, what do you know about him? He's coming over here. Excuse me, Matt. No, wait a minute, Kitty. What? Evening, Marshall. How about Yankton? Your girl took off. Uh-huh. She's going out the back door. She's really leaving. Yeah, it looks that way. Now, why'd she do that, Marshall? I wouldn't know, Yankton. You ain't even curious? I don't figure it's any of my business. Maybe you're right, Marshall. Maybe it ain't. Like I said, Yankton, you worry about it. Good night. Good night, Marshall. 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. The more perfectly packed your cigarette, the more taste and mildness are released for you. 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It'll make him look less conspicuous. This is one part of my job, I take pleasure in, doc. You know something, I wouldn't hire either one at you to drive a tent vague and quick, son. Don't answer him, Chester. That's his bad conscience talking. Doc, did you ever hear of a man with a little thinking once in a while? Oh, he's thinking. And what would you be thinking so hard about, Marshal? I'ma tell you, doc. Cole Yankton over there. Huh? That's him standing right across the street. Where? Oh, yes, yes, I know. I saw him this morning. This morning? Where? In the plaza. He was asking where he could find Kitty. Said he wanted to talk to her. Chester, why shouldn't he be talking to Kitty? Well, no reason, I guess. You don't fool me, madman. You're wondering why as much as everybody else. Kitty knows lots of people, doc. Oh, yes. People like Cole Yankton. Outlaws. Look, there's Miss Kitty. She's got to run right into him. Can you stop me? I guess he's going to get to talk to her all right. But he isn't, Chester. He's just kind of smiling at her. Well, that sure didn't last long. Where is he going now? He's taking his horse. Looks like he's leaving town, Matt. Yandere goes. Well, that's good riddance. You can forget about him, Matt. Yeah, maybe. Why don't you ask Miss Kitty about him, Mr. Dillon? You said you was having supper with her tonight, didn't you? Yeah, that's right, Chester. I'm having supper with her. You like the enchiladas, Matt? Well, I'd like them better if I knew what they were using for meat, carry on. Haven't you ever been here before? No, not often. Yeah. But one thing, it's too long a walk. This place is hardly part of dodge. Mm-hmm. Now, it just causes it the edge of town. I don't think you like Mexican food, Matt. I grew up on it, Kitty. Well, the walk's good for you. Gives you an appetite. Mm-hmm. Is that why you brought me clear out here? Mm-hmm. I get tired of eating at Delmonico's in those places. Change is good for you once in a while. Yeah, sure, it's good for you. As long as it's for the better. There's nothing wrong with this food. I think it's delicious. Have you tried this coffee? I wasn't talking about the coffee. Well, you take cornmeal and molasses and you fry it together until it turns to powder. Then you boil that with water and you got coffee. Is that how they make it? That's how they make it here. Well, I like it. Well, you don't have to, you know. It's not going to cost me much. Then you ought to be grateful I made us come here. Oh, I am, Kitty. I sure am. Matt. Yeah? You haven't asked me about cold yankton. No, I haven't, Kitty. Why should I? I swear I thought I'd never find you. What are you doing way out here? Is something wrong, Chester? Only the bank got held up. Three men, they took over $10,000. When? A while ago, I'd been looking at the words for you. Has anybody heard, Chester? There was a few shots fired, but nobody got hit, I know well. What, any idea who it was? Yes, sir. One of them anyway. Well, who? Cole Yankton. I'll never find him. All Chester knew was that Cole Yankton and his partners had headed south out of Dodge. So we started after him. We rode blind for a few hours. I was about to give it up and wait for daylight when we ran into a cowboy who'd heard him ride past him in the dark. When I told him who I was, he told me the only place in the whole country where they might be hiding. An hour later, Chester and I were crawling on our bellies up to a half fallen shack that lay under a small bluff. And in the shack, they got a bar going outside. They'd have been safe enough if it hadn't meant for that cow puncher, Chester. Yankton's one laying on the ground, ain't he? Yeah. Just hold it up, Chester, and listen. Come on, let's get a little closer. Yeah. The other one's probably in the shack. Listen. They don't like it, I tell you. Another thing, Yankton, what were their men doing in the bank? It was always empty at that hour. Can't find out everything in two days, can they? Yeah, I guess not. I still give you credit for one thing, Yankton. At least they're tin-horned morsels. No, they're not. No, they're not. No, they're not. At least they're tin-horned morsels never showed up. Don't give me credit for it. What he means, give me some. He means she was in on it. That cow helped you out? What's the name? Name's Kitty, and I don't want to talk about it. You talked about enough of what we got to do. Look, the morsel was out of the way, wasn't he? That's what I said. And that's all you need to know. Now, leave Kitty out of this. Yankton, you shut up. Chester. You watch for the man in this shack. I'm going to move in on these two. Are you ready? All right, you men are covered. Get your hands up. Shoot him! I got that fella in the door, Mr. Dillon. I keep up, Marshal. Don't shoot. Got him all but him. All right, keep your hands up, Yankton. Here, up. All right, get on your feet. No, I can't, Marshal. Too dizzy. Marshal, I... I got him too, I guess, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, he's bleeding all right, Chester, but he's not dead. Say, looks like an old car to some kind over there, Mr. Dillon. If it ain't busted, maybe we can hitch it up and carry him back to Dodge. Yeah, well, let's find that money first, then we'll try it. All right, Mr. Dillon. Yeah. What, Chester? It's kind of bad about Miss Kitty, ain't it? Say, where are you listening to Gunsmoke? In your car? Getting ready for dinner? Oh, I see. Just relaxing in your favorite easy chair. I'd say you're in a good spot right now to really enjoy Chesterfield's better taste and mildness. You see, Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed. A more perfectly packed cigarette gives you an open, easy draw that unlocks all the better taste and mildness of fine tobaccos. And Chesterfield, made by exclusive accu-ray, is more perfectly packed with an even distribution of tobacco from one end of your Chesterfield to the other. Firm and pleasing to the lips. Mild, yet deeply satisfying. Remember, to the touch, to the taste. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. Bye, Chesterfield. Mild. Yet they satisfy the most. I would. And I don't give up, Yankton. There's always a chance. You'd bury them before we brought you in. You got a bullet in me, Kitty. I know. I'm on the street there. Yesterday, I... I had it in mind to ask you something, but when I got close to you I didn't. I knew I couldn't. And I'm glad to think things didn't work out so good. No. I'm sorry, Cole. I'm real sorry. Thank you for coming, Kitty. I won't bother you no more. He's dead. Here, I'll cover him up. Matt. No, Kitty. You don't have to explain anything. Yes, I do. I want you to hear too, Doc. I'm listening. You both think I tried to help him, don't you? It looks like you did, Kitty. Oh, no. And I guess I'd have to hear you say it before I'd believe it. I stand with Matt, Kitty. Thanks, Doc. Matt. Now I'll tell you what, let's forget about it, Kitty, huh? No. No. I want to tell you something about Cole, Yankton. He's been in California for years. That's why you never heard of him. Well, I've heard of him. I know what he's been doing. I think he came here because he thought I'd help him. But then he did a nice thing, Matt. He didn't ask me to. He didn't make me say no. Well, then I guess he wasn't so bad after, I'll get it. Cole, Yankton. New Orleans. Or just a girl. He's the first man I ever knew. The first grown man. Yankton was a fool, Matt. Yeah. He should have stayed with that girl. Now she's all right, isn't she, Doc? In a moment, our star, William Conrad. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. Chesterfield, made by Exclusive Accuray, packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed. Unlocks all the pleasure of fine tobacco. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. 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