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By the morning's always like this, Matt. What? It's a crisp and clear. Oh, yeah, most always. The best part of the day is a matter of fact. It's peaceful. I guess that's the feeling. That's the only time a day dodges peaceful. That little shave has been a big hurry about something. That's Hank Marvel's kid, Beanie, they call him. Well, he stopped at the jail, man. Yeah, wait a minute, Kidding. Hey, Beanie! What's the matter, Beanie? You've got to come up to the ranch, Marshal. Run away. It's my pop. He's been shot. Been shot? Well, how bad is he? He's dead. In the barn, Doc. No, Doctor. Chester, you're going with Doctor. I want to talk to Ms. Marvel first. All right, Chief. Come in, Marshal. Thank you, ma'am. I, uh... I'm sure it's sorry to hear about this. Just a few hours ago, Hank was... sitting there eating his breakfast. Now, he's dead. Uh, where did it happen, Ms. Marvel? Down by the creek. He was laying there on the ground, shot to death. And Beanie and me got him into the buckboard and brought him back. Do you have any idea how he was shot? No, Marshal. No idea at all. Hank didn't have no enemies. He got along with everybody. When did it happen, right after he left home? Half hour, maybe. Him and Beanie left together. I was going to make soap today, and... I just got the kettle set up out there in the yard when... Beanie come riding back half out of his wits. Was Beanie with him at the time? No. Hank left him at the pumpkin patch and went on alone. We raised some pumpkins along the slope below the edge of the bluff. That's Hank's favorite kind of pie, pumpkin. He always says, well, he... he liked it better than any other kind. Harrison, did Beanie hear the shot? Yes, and he rode along the bluff to see if maybe Hank had shot a deer. How many seen his father laying down there by the creek? Did he see anything else, anybody around? No, it's awful brushy down there in the bottoms. Uh-huh. You're kind of short on neighbors around here, aren't you? Well, there ain't any at all, Marshal. It's just the badlands are under the west, and the Circle D's bed comes up against us on the other side. Circle D's got a line cabin around here, haven't they? Oh, it's, uh, about a mile and a half north. Have they got the same rider staying there, Jack Teague? Yes. You, uh, folks see much of it? Well, he's stopped by a few times. Ms. Marvel, uh... there's been a little talk around Dodge about Teague and, uh... And about me too, I know. And it's a lie, Marshal. Well, I didn't mean anything, man. It's just that they say that he... Now, he's a chaser. Hank heard the same stories and the same lies. That's why you ordered Jack Teague off the place. No? Well, when was that? Last night. Free yourself of old-fashioned ideas. Why don't you live modern? Live... Free up. Pressure up your taste. Smoke and L&M. Live modern. Smoke modern. Smoke L&M. 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She's pretty upset. But at least she's lucky to have the boy left. It might be hard for a woman to keep this place up by herself. Yeah, it sure would. It's a awful nice little ranch. Wicked I had it. You wish it. Are you thinking about the ranch Chester or the widow? Oh, no, Doc. That's all right. I can't see as I blame you. She's a mighty pretty woman. Well, sure she is. And she's got gone young looking. It's hard to think of hers having a kid like that, eight or nine years old. She sure is a pretty little thing. Don't you think so, man? Yeah, she's pretty all right, Doc. Maybe she's too pretty. What's up, Marshal? Laying right there in the trail. All right, Benny. Let's take a look, Chester. I come riding along the bluff up there after I heard that old shot. And I got right there at the point before I see them laying here. Your mother was right. There's plenty of brush in here. They cover enough for a tribe of Comanches. You think maybe it was Comanches? Oh, well, no, Benny. I was just saying that. There sure ain't much to go on, Mr. Dillon. Oh, nothing. With all this brush for men to hide in, die being seen. To hide in, yeah, but getting away after it'd be a different story. Anybody up there on the edge of that bluff ought to be able to see a man moving down here, whether he was a footer or a horseback. Yeah, lots of open spaces he'd have to cross. Yeah. Uh, Benny, you were up there on the edge of the bluff, huh? Well, yes, sir, I was. But I didn't see nobody. Nobody at all, Marshal. Uh-huh. Were you there last night when your Paul ordered Jack Teague off the place? Yes, sir. It was quite a ruckus, I imagine. It sure was. He was mad and he got Mama crying. Mr. Teague was awful man, too, when he left. I imagine a boy your age might be a little scared of a fellow like Teague, huh? Yes, sir. Mom was scared of him, too, Marshal. She told Paul he was a bad man to cross. Yeah. Why don't you tell me something, Benny? I'm up there on the bluff. Who did you see riding away? I see Mr. Teague. I think that line cabin just round the next turn, your honor, Mr. Billings. Yeah, I caught a glimpse of it from back up the trail away. Oh, God, all you think they'd clear out some of this cusset brush from along the trail. I bet they'd be some good hunting along these bottoms, though, when the deer starts drifting down from the north. Maybe we'll give it a try in the next couple of weeks or so. I'll get my old springfield out and clean it up some. Pull up, Jesse. Huh? There's a cabin. Well, let's go on foot from here. Of course, Ty, there at the corner. Yeah, all saddled up. Bedroll tied on behind looks like maybe Teague's figuring on moving. Hit the ground! I reckon we come to the right place. Yeah, it looks that way. Well, the old-fashioned ideas. Fresh enough your taste. Smoking on em! Only the modern miracle of the pure white miracle tip can bring all of L&M's full, exciting flavor through to you. And that's the big reason why today, more people are changing to L&M than to any other cigarette. Remember, L&M draws taste richer. Smokes cleaner. So live modern. Change to L&M. Make today your big red letter day and start to live the modern way. Live, live! It's America's fastest growing cigarette. He's still there, though. That cabin ain't much protection. Just to build out a shake side. Maybe we ought to show him that, Chesson. Might convince him. You don't ask where he convinced, do you? I don't know. Don't be a fool, Teague. Those walls won't even slow down a bullet. Now come out with your hands up. I do both. All right, come on out then. That last bullet must have breathed on him. I know what I was in for it when June rode over and told me Hank was shot. June? Yeah, it was Marvel. That's why I was trying to get away. I know that I wouldn't have a chance. Teague Hank's boy saw you. He saw me? He saw me what? Right away, right after his dad was shot. That's a lie. I weren't even near them bottoms this morning. You got a rifle here? Sure. I got a Sharps 50. And it's been fired, too. I tried for a deer this morning. Marvel wasn't killed with a Sharps. You got a small bore here, a light wind chester, maybe? Of course not. That's a woman's gun, Marshall. I wasn't expecting you back so soon. That was something I had to check on, ma'am. Won't you come in? No, no, no, thanks. I got a couple of questions, that's all. Have you talked to Mr. Teague? I arrested him. What? Chester took him in the dodge. Is Beanie here, Miss Marvel? No, he went out along the bluff where he stacked them pumpkins. That coon's always getting into them. They come out sometimes just before dark. Why do you want to see Beanie, Marshall? I just want to talk to him, and so... Well, if it's something I can tell you... There's one thing you can probably tell me. What kind of a rifle did your husband own? Well, the only one he ever used was the Sharps 50. Uh-huh. Is that the only one he owned? No, but... There's a light Winchester out in the barn, but... Marshall, if you've arrested Mr. Teague, why are you asking all these questions? Do you know how to use a rifle, Miss Marvel? Of course I do. Hank, talk me. You forget anybody living out here on the prairie ought to know how to shoot. Uh-huh. All right, I won't take any more of your time now, Miss Marvel. Goodbye. We got him. That was a good shot, Beanie. Marshall, I didn't hear you come up. Well, I kept quiet. I saw you trying to get a sight on that coon. Um, sit down, Beanie. I want to talk to you. Sure, Marshall. That throwing on coons you won't get no more than pumpkin. No, I guess you won't. That, uh... Your mother's Winchester? Well, yeah, Pop got it for her. But she said it's part mine, too. That's a fine-looking gun. It sure is, Marshall. It's... It was just a mighty fine gun, that's all. Did you find Mr. Teague? Yeah, I found him. Beanie, he said he wasn't down there in the bottoms this morning. But I seen him, Marshall, plain as anything. I was just talking to your mother. She's a mighty fine woman, Beanie. She ain't no woman. She's a girl. Oh? She's a lot younger than Pop was. She's pertinent 11 years younger. She and your Pop got along pretty well, did they? Well, he made her cry sometimes. Like last night, after Mr. Teague left. Again this morning, too. Well, what happened this morning? Same thing. He was drawing out her about Mr. Teague. She was gonna make soap, and mostly I helped her when she does. Some kettles is real heavy. But this morning, he wouldn't let me. Is that so? He made me come here to the pumpkin patch. Said a little work would be good for her. He'll get her feet back on the ground. I don't like him, Marshall, when he makes Mama cry. I get all funny inside. I see. Beanie, I guess you'd do just about anything for your mother, wouldn't you? Sure I would. Beanie Teague wasn't down there this morning. Well, sure he was. You didn't see him. You know that, and I know it. Now, why did you say you did? I hate him, Marshall. And you kept saying I must have seen somebody. That's the point I said it was him. Because if it hadn't been for him, it wouldn't have happened. Pop wouldn't have made her cry when Mr. Teague had not come around. Pop God needed to keep coming back. He needed to keep bothering her. So I said it was him I'd see. Mama and me don't need nobody like him coming around. You really didn't see anybody this morning, did you? No, sir. You shot your father yourself, didn't you? Yes, sir. I didn't go to do it, sir. It was just all of a sudden. Them pumpkins could have waited, Marshall. Them so-kittles are so heavy. Yeah, I guess they are, Beanie. How old are you? Eight. Perd near nine, sir. Perd near nine, huh? What do you feel is happening, Marshall? Beanie, I wish I knew. In a moment our star, William Conrad. 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You know, on the high plains, a man lived hard and worked hard and the years slipped by in a hurry. Next week, a man returning to Dodge finds that everything has changed because he stayed away too long and his plan for changing things back calls for the murder of his brother. And that was the West. Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. The script was specially written for Gunsmoke by Les Crutchfield with editorial supervision by John Meston. The music was composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound Patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Jean Bates, Butch Bernard and John Danaer. Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Join us again next week for another story on Gunsmoke.