 Gun Smoke, brought to you by Chesterfield. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed thanks to Accuray. They satisfy the most. Around 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. Gun Smoke, starring William Conrad. The transcribed story of the violence that moved west with young America, and the story of a man who moved with it. I'm that man, Matt Dullin, United 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. Good morning, Doc. Chester. Good morning, Mr. Dullin. Come have some coffee with us, Matt. You've got nothing to do in your office. No, but in there, people can't see me doing it. Oh, it's no use to hide. They're on to you anyway. You know, I don't think the Christmas season has made you any more charitable at all, has it, Doc? I'm not a man to be good on Sunday and sin all week, if that's what you mean. Well, you're honest, if nothing else. Oh, I don't know. Hey, look at that fellow. What fellow? Yonder, across the street there, in the Coonskin hat. Oh. Now, that's the tallest man I ever saw. And that rifle he's carrying as long as he is. He sure looks out of place in Dodge, don't he? He is out of place, Chester. That's a squirrel-hunting southern mountain, man. He's coming over here? Look at him walk. Yeah. If everybody had legs like that, the Santa Fe Railroad would go out of business. Oh, my. He's from the hills, all right. Well, at least he ain't another gunman, Mr. Dullin. That's something to be thankful for. Howdy. Hello. Which of you be the, what do you call them? Do you mean the Marshall? That's the word. I never heard it till a fellow told me this morning. Well, I just mean the peace officer. I'm again peace officers. Uh-huh. He ain't fitting for some folk to be meddling in other folk's business. Whether they figure it like that, stranger, Ozark Mountains? Better country than this. My name's Eben Hakes. My name is Dullin. This is Chester Proudfoot and Doc Adams. Peace officer. The man said you'd help me find where that Jothmonger is living. Jothmonger? Yeah. He come out here about a year ago. He's got a old mountain gal with him. They're married. Yeah. They got a place up near Rock Springs about, uh, oh, 10 miles north of here. I'll find it. Uh, you've come a long way to see a friend, Hakes. Jothmonger ain't exactly a friend, peace officer. But I gotta get going. It being Saturday and all, well, what Saturday ain't got to do with it? Nothing. Except I won't kill no man of the Sunday. I never have. I never will. People everywhere are finding that Chesterfield packs more pleasure. Yes, Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed. For the more perfectly packed your cigarette, the more taste and mildness are released for you. And Chesterfield, made with accurate, is more perfectly packed than any cigarette ever could be before. Firm and pleasing to the lips, mild, yet deeply satisfying to the taste. An accurate Chesterfield has an open, easy draw that unlocks all the pleasure of fine tobaccos. So remember, Chesterfield packs more pleasure by Chesterfield. Mild. Yet they satisfy. The most. Jothmonger's face don't look no better than it ever did, does it? Not much, Chester. Oh, look at that poor Miss Monger. Sure. Out doing chores is unusual. I wonder where Joth is. Asleep, some words, probably. Martin, Miss Monger. Howdy. Howdy, ma'am. Poorly. How's Joth here, ma'am? If today wasn't Saturday he'd be here. Why? Because Joth goes to dodge every Saturday. He does? I never see him. Now, if he socialized more you'd see him. Joth's got his ways, Marshal. They're lonesome, but they're his'n'. I see. Miss Monger, do you know a man called Eben Hakes? Hakes. If you speak that name round here, you won't be welcome, Marshal. There's trouble between you? If you're called Joth being the only Monger left then you could say there's trouble. You mean it's a feud. Both families been whittled down to just them two. I see. Is that why Joth came out to Kansas to get away from it? Not if he's always talking about going back long enough to kill Eben Hakes. What do you think, ma'am? Don't you think it's gone far enough? Either one of them could call it off if he wants so muley. How did this feud start, ma'am? If you had any upbringing you wouldn't ask. It's a family matter. Where'd you see Eben Hakes anyway? He was in Dodge asking about Joth. If he was asking then he'll find him and that's bad. Joth don't even know he's around. That's why I came out here. Joth knew about him, I wouldn't worry. Joth's a better shot than Eben Hakes any day. Luck, Miss Monger, the law doesn't hold with Feudon. Whichever one kills the other, he'll hang for it. You start meddling, they'll shoot you. But I'm worried about Joth. He'll be drunk soon as it's dark. Well, I'll find him, ma'am. Goodbye. Goodbye. Is all hill people like that, Mr. Dillon? They're mighty independent, Justin. Well, the law sure don't seem to mean much to them. Not when it comes to Feudon. Now, look over there. There's a little bluff there. Well, for... Now, how did he get here? I don't see no horde. Well, let's go ask him. That Joth Monger's place yonder peace officer? Yeah. Good. I'll get a little closer and shoot him when he comes out. You don't care whether you hang or not, do you? Hang for shooting the Monger? For shooting anybody. Do you overhear a murder? Peace officer, you're getting downright contrary. Where's your horse, Hakes? I got no horse. Well, you left him in dodge? I don't need no horse to travel by. You mean you walked all the way from the Ozarks? It's mostly downhill, peace officer. But I'd walk anywheres to get me Monger. Well, maybe I ought to throw you in jail. Now you are being meddlesome. I gotta get closer to that house. And don't you fret none about the old lady. I don't aim to shoot her. Mr. Dillon, you gonna let Hakes wait here and shoot Joth? Now, let him go, Justin. Let's get back to dodge. We'll find Joth and warn him. Why don't you just let him shoot each other and have done with it? Don't tempt me, Chester. Chester, you go ask Sam if he's seen Joth, huh? Okay. Evening, Kitty. Hello, Mass. Where you been? It's pretty near midnight. I've been trying to stop a feud. Well, it's a long time since I've heard of a feud around dodge. This one kind of got transplanted from the Ozarks. The Ozarks? The wonder that crazy Joth monger isn't mixed up in it. Now that's Joth I'm looking for. You are? I've been on every saloon and dodge. You must have a cave somewhere. I'll bet you a dollar is right out back, Matt. Out back? Sure. He's there every Saturday night. He comes in and buys a bottle of corn from Sam and takes it out back and drinks it. He sits there all along with his long rifle in one hand and his bottle in the other. Nobody knows what he's thinking. I wonder I haven't seen him around. Oh, Miss Kitty. Hello, Chester. Kitty just told me, Chester. Go out back and see if he's there, if he is, bring him in, huh? All right. Who's Joth feuding with, Matt? A man called Eben Hakes, Kitty. Is he from the Ozarks, too? Yeah, he arrived today on foot. On foot? Yeah, he's all legs. Real traveling, Matt. Hey, I'd like to see him. He's got a face like a hatchet and he's built like a piece of wire. Well, I bet he carries a long rifle, too. He does. Here he is, Mr. Don. I made him leave his rifle with Sam. Hello, Joth. You just up and say what you want, Marshall, because I don't care to be cooped up inside here very long. Eben Hakes is looking for you, Joth. Of course he is. Mongers and the Hakes been looking for each other nine to 40 years. They most all got found, too. You been drinking, Joth? Well, the Mrs. won't allow no drinking on the place, Marshall, so I gotta come to town every Saturday. Joth, Monger. It's Hakes, Mr. Don. Get out of the way, Kitty. I got you caught like a bar up a tree, Joth. Put your rifle down, Hakes. Who's gonna kill me? I ain't even got no guns. Put it down, I said. You're standing in the way, peace officer. And I'm gonna stay here. I'll shoot you first. You're not gonna shoot anybody. Of course I am. That's what I come for, ain't it? Don't try it. Now, here, wait a minute, everybody. I just thought of something. I wished all you folks would stop meddling in here. Get past your midnight, Hakes. What? It's Sunday. Sunday? Yeah, he's right, Hakes. Well, of all the gall-blame look. Oh, quit looking so troubled, Joth. I won't shoot no man of a Sunday, even a Monger. You come awful close to it, even. It's a doggone shame it took me so long to find you today. You traveled a long way, even. I know. But I got tired waiting for you to come on back home, Joth. I was coming. I was coming this summer. I know. But your old lady told me about it today. I seen her scratching around doing chores. That ain't much of a place you got there, Joth. Be quiet, Jester. This fella can make a crop here sometimes, even. But it's a hard fight with a short stick. I didn't see no hogs out there. Where's your hogs, Joth? I'm getting some, come spring. Even house things back home? Well, there's been a lot of changes since you left. Even, yeah. I got a little jug out back. It's most empty now, but we can maybe buy another one set out there for spell to kind of get soured on the cob. What say you? Might as well. We can't do no shooting to a Monday. Where at do we buy this jug? I'll show you. Fellow over here, sir. You'll have to lend me some money. I didn't bring that with me. Well, if they don't be all, Mr. Dillon. Yeah. Looks to me like they're going to call that feud off. Well, not them, Chester. Midnight tomorrow they'll be stalking each other all over again. Well, how are you going to stop them? Well, I'll let them enjoy themselves tonight. But tomorrow I'm going to throw them both in jail. And they're going to stay there until they learn something more than futon. People everywhere are finding that Chesterfield packs more pleasure. Yes, Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed. The more perfectly packed your cigarette, the more taste and mildness are released for you. And Chesterfield, made with accurate, is more perfectly packed than any cigarette ever could be before. Firm and pleasing to the lips, mild, yet deeply satisfying to the taste. An accurate Chesterfield has an open, easy draw that unlocks all the pleasure of fine tobaccos. So remember, Chesterfield packs more pleasure by Chesterfield. Mild. Yet they satisfy. The most. I wasn't sure that jail had teach Jof an even a thing, but I still couldn't let them run loose and chew each other down. So the next morning Chester and I went looking for them. We found where they'd built a small fire out back of the long branch. And we found a number of empty bottles. But that was all. We searched the town till noon with no luck. And I decided to ride out to the monger place and see if by any chance Jof had returned. There was nobody in sight when we got there. So we dismounted and walked up to the door. Hey, Smoke, come now to the chimney, Mr. Young. That doesn't mean Jof's here, Chester. Well, no, she won't. Afternoon. Don't go away, Marshal. Now wait a minute, Miss Monger. If you don't want to get shot, you'll do what I say. Friendly, ain't she? But she didn't have no gun. There must be Jof in there. Yeah, probably. Well, if there is, why would he want to shoot you? Well, there's one reason I can think of. You mean he's gone and killed even Hayes? I don't know, Chester. But I'm sure gonna find out. Gonna open it? Yeah. Oh, there's a window around the side. You mean a very clean window? That'll do. Hey, let me take a look. What is it, Mr. Young? Here, have a look yourself. What? Well, they're eating dinner. All three of them. Yeah. Come on. Talk to the men, Miss Monger, and I'm coming in. Jof? All right, stay away from those rifles. Why, he busted in. He busted in right past the woman. I never heard of a man coming into another man's house that week. If he had any upbringing, he wouldn't have. Is this the kind of people they got in Kansas, Jof? It's the first I've seen of. Never mind about that, Jof. Now, why did your wife threaten to shoot me? What's going on here? If you hadn't come to put them in jail, you wouldn't get shot, Marshal. How did you know I was gonna put them in jail? Even says you told him you was? Oh, that's right. I didn't. If he killed anybody. I ain't killed nobody. If you, Jof, we stopped it. You stopped it? Sure. Last night, we got to talking a little about old times and everything. And you know what we found out? No. What? You tell him. Well, Peace Officer, this here feud started a long time ago. What happened was, my grandfather stole Jof's grandfather's girl and married up with her. So Jof's grandfather declared a feud right then and there. But you ain't told him what we found out, you thing. Oh, well, we hadn't thought of it before, Peace Officer, but last night we was thinking that if my grandfather hadn't done that, then Jof here would have been me. What? Don't you see? Otherwise, my grandmother would have married up with Jof's grandfather and I'd have been Jof's. So any way you look at it, we're kind of related like. Any way you looked at it last night, you mean. I saw them bother. No, it doesn't matter, Chester. As long as the feud is off. It ain't only off. Eden's going to stay on here with us. We're going to work this place together. I'm going to give him a sharing and come Christmas. Come Christmas? I think, far off. January 6th. I'll hear it, wait a minute. Since when did Christmas get to be January 6th? If you knew anything, you'd know that. I swear I'm getting to know less and less, ma'am. No, you folks don't understand. Back in Yozark's, we do our Christmas celebrate in 12 days from when you do. Wait a minute, you're talking about 12th night. We call it Christmas too. If you only knew, Marshal, it works just fine for us. Well, there's no reason why it shouldn't, ma'am. It's an old custom. Thanks. Maybe you and Chester'd come out and celebrate with it. If they don't mind kraut and sour pickles and cornbread and coffee, they'll come. Now, ain't there going to be no chitlins, woman? I was keeping them for a surprise. Chitlins are no chitlins. I'd be proud to come, Miss Munger. And me too. Well, we'll leave you to your dinner now. And we'll see you at 12th night. Now, our star, William Conrad. 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