 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. The story of the violence that moved West with young America. The story of a man who moved with it. Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. Say if there ever was a cereal designed to boost a family's breakfast morale, it's new sugar crinkles. Why that sugar rice treat that's just right sweet makes breakfast more fun than a circus. Come breakfast time, just pour on milk and you've got a breakfast main dish as you like it. Those golden nuggets of sugar-coated rice we call sugar crinkles are really special. Not too sweet the way some sugar-coated cereals seem to be and not like others that don't seem sweet enough. Sugar crinkles really are the sugar rice treat that's just right sweet. And whether you eat them from the bowl for breakfast, from the pack as a snack, or both ways, you love sugar crinkles. Try them soon. And now, gun smoke, starring William Conrad. That bottle's act, been a long dusty trail up from Texas. I don't care to ride in the dog's sofa. Stay on that. Now don't kill it, I come up the same trail you did. I'm just as dry. Hope I never see another moss horn steer. I'm going to settle down and be a bartender or something easy like that. Tomorrow you'll wish you was back trailing cattle. You wish you never see dogs. Hey, come on, my turn that bottle. But tomorrow maybe there won't be no dodge. Maybe we'll a-torn and plum apart. Oh, yeah. Hey, here's a cougar howl tonight. Hey there, looky under. Well, that there's a howl for a ganja. Let's start with it. Tell them we're here, Zach. Show them how we live in Texas. Shoot his heels away. Get down off those horses. You're welcome here, but don't get any notions about shooting up this town. Who are you anyway? I'm a U.S. Marshal, and I'll take your gun until you're sober enough to carry the gun. Nobody takes my gun. All right, then ride back to camp. Don't let them buffalo you, Zach. Here you are. Mr. I'm staying. Me and my gun. And there'll be a Marshal for breakfast if you try to stop me. All right, I won't stop it. I'm going to kill you for doing that. Hello, Mr. Dillon. I saw the whole thing. Yeah, another drunken cowboy with more fire than scents. Well, you had to kill him. Yeah. Take his gun, Justin. Yeah, sir. Give me that. Don't shoot me. Joe, nobody ain't gonna shoot you, mister. Get on your feet. Yeah. Come on. Oh, busted my head. You'll be all right, but your friend tried to shoot me. He's dead. You killed him. To keep him from killing me. There'd be trouble about this, Marshal. Now, don't you get anything like that started. Oh, not me. His brother, Howard Bula. He's out to camp. I know him, Marshal. He's come after you. All right, I'll be here. He won't be like that. Howard wouldn't face no gunfighter. He shoots you in the back or from alley at night. I know him, Marshal. It'll happen. You want to bury your friend here or take him back to camp? I'll take him back to camp. All right, we'll help you time across his horse. We can use his rope, Justin. There's more coffee here, man. No, no thanks, Kitty. Can't say I blame you. You think a restaurant like Del Monaco could at least make good coffee. I never saw a woman yet who didn't find fault with everybody's cooking but her own. Women have more taste than men. Yeah, sure. More arguments, too. Matt. Yeah? That man you had to shoot today. His brother. Is that what's on your mind? Yeah, I suppose. I've been thinking. You never seen him. If he does ride into town, you won't be able to recognize him, will you? Well, let's say you'll probably be the first man who tries to shoot me in the back. Oh, Matt. Don't worry about it. It's been tried before. I'm still around. Come on. Let's get out of here. Oh, OK. Sure. Run Street's not very crowded tonight. That's early. Now, wait a minute. Huh? What is it? That man leading up against the post up there. When he turns his head, I want to get a look at him. Someone you're after, Matt? Yeah, there. Yeah. Now it's someone who's after me. Bulo's brother. Are you sure? I'm pretty sure. Sure enough to ask him anyway. You stay here. All right. You looking for me, Bulo? Your name is Bulo, isn't it? Oh. I'll bet you're him. I'll bet you're the Marshal. I am. I'll take your gun now. Well, take it. All right. That won't stop me. You'll get another gun and shoot me in the back. Is that it? Any way I can, Marshal. Look, Bulo, your brother tried to kill me and he'd have done it if I hadn't stopped him. Ain't nobody kills a Bulo and gets by with it. I don't care what he done. Well, maybe you need a few days to think it over. Maybe that'll help. I ain't got a few days. You have now. Turn around and walk straight ahead of me, Bulo. You're going to jail for a while. No. I ain't done nothing. Turn around. And get moving. Here's the Marshal. What can I do for you? My name's Will Jacklin. I'm boss of Dragar Herd. We're holding up River. I come for our Bulo. Uh-huh. I see. Well, turn him loose. No. No, I can't turn him loose. He didn't do a thing last night. He was just standing on the street the way I heard it. He threatened to shoot me in the back and he says he's still going to do it. You killed his brother, didn't you? In self-defense. Don't matter. You'll have to look out for yourself. But none of my men's going to lay in a Kansas jail when he ain't done nothing. None of your men's going to walk free waiting to put a bullet in my back either. I got eight men outside, Marshal. I got ten more with the cattle. We come a long way. We had a hard drive. We're all Texans and no Dodge City Marshal's going to rub our nose and dirt. Nobody's trying to, Jacklin. It's a fine thing that hire men like you to kill cowboys on a little spree. You're calling shooting me a little spree? You could have crippled him up. I wish that were true, but I couldn't take the chance. Another shot and he'd have killed me. Talking's a waste of time. I want Bulo out of here. I'll do this. I'll turn him over to you when you've sold your herd and are headed back to Texas if you promise to keep him with you. I want him now. Now, not as long as he's set on killing me. Eighteen men I got, Marshal. Not counting myself. Fourteen of us will be back tonight and we'll get him. Jacklin, don't try it. And after we get him, we'll really get him. We'll get him. We'll really shoot your town up. You people have mistreated the last Texas cowboy you're going to. Tonight, Marshal. You won't have a beer, Matt. I'll even buy you one. Do you get it? I can't be drinking now, Doc. Oh, Matt, I don't think they'll ride in like that tonight. Those cowboys always talk big. Yeah, maybe. And maybe they're just full of vinegar after the long drive they've had, huh? Now they want to hoop and holler something. Bulo's full of more than vinegar, Doc. You think so? A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye. Oh, my, the world's got its evil ways, all right. Marshal Gillom. Marshal Gillom. Hello, Doc. Oh, hello, Risley. What are you going to do about those Texans, Marshal? Well, I don't know, Mr. Risley. I haven't given it much thought. Well, you better start thinking, Marshal. I heard that Jacklin right in here this morning. He means what he says, that man. What did he say? They're going to destroy Dodge. That's what he said. Him and all those wild Texans he's got. Mr. Risley, the man I got in jail aims to shoot me from ambush if I turn him loose. I can't help that man. Well, I can. And he's staying where he is until he comes to his senses. But what about the rest of us? It's all right for you to save your own skin. But what about us? They'll shoot up the town and maybe burn my hotel down. Ron, I don't get all excited, Mr. Risley. It won't help matters any. Why don't you just forget about it? Jacklin may never show up at all. That's what I come to tell you. What? Frank Parris rode by the drag-ar camp a little while ago and he says those men were just about to leave for Dodge. That means they'll be here any minute. Now, what are you going to do? If your family is getting weary of the same old breakfast cereal every morning, time to retire it and introduce him to new sugar crinkles. Say, new sugar crinkles is the sugar rice treat that's just right sweet. And I'm here to tell you, sugar crinkles make breakfast more fun than a circus. Golden crisp nuggets of sugar coated rice and every nugget in your breakfast bowl just right sweet. Forget your experience with sugar coated cereals that seem too sweet and with others that don't seem sweet enough. Treat yourself and your favorite family to new sugar crinkles at breakfast time and at snack time too. For your breakfast bowl at snack, you love sugar crinkles. Sugar crinkles can't be beat. Sugar rice treat that's just right sweet. With milk what a breakfast jar. As a snack from the pack, oh boy. Can't be beat. Just right sweet. Sugar crinkles good. To eat. Now back to gun smoke. I left the Elephore Ganza and walked over to the jail to wait for Jacklin and his mob of cowboys. There I tried to have a talk with Bulo. But the only response I could get out of him was the same. He was going to kill me the first chance he got. Well, maybe Doc was right. Maybe the hard life of the cattle trail did drive man a little mad. Anyway, it was a poor choice they'd given me. And I didn't like it. You'll be wanting a shotgun, won't you, Mr. Dillon? Yeah. Yeah, thanks, Chester. Here you are. Chester. Hmm? You don't have to get mixed up in this, you know. I know that. My. I think I'm going to take a shotgun, too. Okay. All right, let's wait outside. Yes, sir. About 10 feet apart, huh? All right. There they come, Mr. Dillon. All of them. Yeah. They're acting like a fool, Jacklin. We'll say about that. You make trouble here in the lobby after you wherever you go. I don't worry none about no law. I was raised plum-free. We all were. But that doesn't leave you free to form a mob. Raider jail, shoot up a town. What's the matter with you men? What's the matter with you? You're putting innocent man in jail. Any man who wants to kill somebody isn't very innocent, Jacklin. You have to wait till he does it. I don't have to wait for nothing. Marshal, we've come for Bulo. Let them have him, Marshal. Turn him loose. You keep out of this, Reisling. He's right, Marshal. You let him go peaceable and we'll leave town. But if you make us fight, we'll go right on fight. You heard him. He means it. You do it. Shut up, Reisling. Jacklin, this is a shotgun I'm holding. The first move you or any of your men make, I'll cut you in two with it. Maybe. But we're too many. You can't kill us all. You'll die and so will your friend there. That right, man? This man ain't afraid to die, Marshal. But they ain't gonna get trumped on. I'm through talking, Marshal. Get set, man. And when you finish him, go rip this town wide open. Do it for me. Chester. Go get Bulo. All right. You used your head, Marshal. You and I'd both been dead if you hadn't. I'm not doing it because of you or me, Jacklin. I'm doing it because too many other men would have died. Well, it don't matter long as you turn him loose. All right, bring him over here, Chester. Well, I knew you couldn't keep me long, Marshal. And you were right, Bulo. You shouldn't have locked me up at all. Go on back to camp and try to do some thinking while you're there, huh? Sure, Marshal. And you know what I'll be thinking about? You sitting next to an open window or walking down a dark street. I'm gonna kill you yet. The delivery was from whatever kind of life he'd led. Bulo was a primitive man. Somewhere he'd heard about revenge. It's a simple idea, an eye for an eye. And he took it to heart. I'd realized now that there was no dealing with him. The man was incapable of change. And Jacklin wasn't much better. But I forgot about Jacklin. It was Bulo who'd be back. Still, two days went by. And there was no sign of him. There's a couple of chairs. Mr. Dillon, let's sit there. All right, Chester. Nobody can shoot you from here, unless it comes up in front. Well, it's unlikely with Bulo. What's the matter with men like him? I don't know, Chester. Too rough a like, maybe. The war. A lot of things. Well, he's plum crazy if you ask me. Hey, ain't that Miss Kitty coming up the street? What's she walking so fast for? I don't know. There you are, Matt. Even Miss Kitty? Sit down, Kitty. You don't wear yourself out being in such a hurry. Matt, I've been looking for you everywhere. Trouble? For you, yeah. Bulo's back in town. Well, have you seen him? No. Sam did. Said he stopped him for a drink a little while ago. Is he still there? He left. But he told Sam he's got a room at the dodge house. He might be there. Well, I'd like to find him before he finds me. At least we could see each other that way. Be careful, Matt. Uh, you better come along, Chester. Four eyes are better than two. Yes. Thanks, Kitty. I'll see you later. Yeah, sure. What do you do if we find him, Mr. Dillon? Well, there's no good talking to him anymore. Maybe I can scare him out of it somehow. I sure hope so. The hotel looks pretty empty from here. Evening, Marshal. Chester? Hello, Mr. Eisley. I'm looking for Bulo. Is he here? I don't, Martin. He's shooting. I want to know if he's here, Eisley. He went upstairs a few minutes ago. Which room? Well, now, Marshal. On the landing, Mr. Dillon. I'm missing. Come on. He's in one of those rooms. Here we've got him now. Yeah, but I don't know which one. You stay here, Chester. I'm going down the hall. He might come out of any one of those doors. All right. Is it okay? Yeah, it's okay, Chester. He didn't hit you, did he? No, he tried, but it was too late. He was already dying. Well, I'm sure glad. Yeah. But he died about as uselessly as a man could, Chester. For no reason at all. None at all. In just a moment, we'll tell you about next week's adventure on Gunsmoke. If you want to be a real good scout, Mom, tell you what you do. See that your whole tribe sits down to post-toasties for breakfast in the morning. What a way to start the day for every big and little Indian in your wigwam. You see, post-toasties are heat-good corn flakes, spankin' fresh, crisp, with that sweet kernel corn flavor toasted right in. It's a feather in your cap to serve. Sure, because post-toasties are not only the best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it. Post-toasties are the best thing that ever happened to breakfast. And say, if you want to make a good thing even better, add your favorite fruit to that bowl full of post-toasties, sugar, and milk. Mmm, it's mighty delicious nourishment. Get post-toasties, the heat-good corn flakes, next time you shop. Gunsmoke, under the direction of Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon U.S. Marshall. Tonight's story was especially written for Gunsmoke by John Meston with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Featured in the cast were Vic Perron, Lauren Stobkin, Harry Bartell, and John Dainton. Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNeer is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kay. Ken Peters speaking. You know, you get more out of life yourself when you help others. So don't miss your greatest opportunity. Help the poor, the sick, the troubled in your community. Pledge enough to the one campaign that helps them all. Give generously to your community chest. Join us again next week as Matt Dillon U.S. Marshall meets Yorkie Kelly during his fight to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in Gunsmoke. 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