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Where do you keep them? Well, fetch them a handful, Chester. Yes, sir. Yes, at least a handful. No, tell them what I might run into. Here you are. What's the matter? Don't you trust your aim, Doc, or are you planning to blow up a whole lot of people? None of your business, but I have to go up the river to Pierceville for a week or so, and I thought I might bag a few quail and prairie chicken along the way. Well, that won't make very good eating, Doc. Oh, is that so, and why not? Well, all you're going to get is feathers. Oh, I'm going to get what? We don't keep those guns here to shoot birds with, you know. Oh, for the wife. Here, Chester, give me some decent ammunition. Well, you didn't say what you wanted for, Doc. Do I have to explain? I'm not a murderer. Is this the U.S. Marshall's office? Yeah, that's right. Come on in, mister. You got something to tell you, Marshall? OK. First, you better say my name, Samet Dooley. All right, Dooley. Now, for what I got to tell you, I've been skinning high, Marshall, working for a buffalo hunter named a culpit. You know him? No, I don't. Well, there was this culpit and his partner, Faber, and me in the cook. Nobody knows the cook's name. We just call him the cook. And we was camped up the Arkansas River at the turkey bend. You know where that is? Yeah, yeah, I know. Well, sir, culpity broke out some whiskey night before last. We all took to drinking it. And, Marshall, it's a bad thing, but when I drink whiskey, I get kind of senseless. Well, most men do, Dooley. Not like me. I go crazy wild. You won't believe it to look at me, Marshall, but I'm a dangerous man when I'm drinking whiskey. I see. Well, what happened the other night? That fellow Faber I was telling you about? Yeah. I killed him, Marshall. You did? Yes, sir. I shot and killed him. I know why I did it, except that I was senseless drunk on that whiskey. I don't even remember doing it, Marshall, but when I come to next morning, their mother fellows told me about it. They'd already buried him. They showed me his grave. Poor old Faber. I feel awful bad I did it. Dooley, most men, when they kill somebody, don't come tell the law about it. Why did you? I never killed nobody before, Marshall, and I can't have shooting Faber on my mind. I had it come. Oh, where are the rest of these people? Call Pitt and the cook. Oh, they went off on their prairie somewhere, something buffalo. I got no idea where they are. Well, you're going to hang them, Marshall? No, no, I don't hang men. Then what I come here for? You the law, ain't you? Look, Dooley, nobody gets hung before they get tried. And I can't send you up for trial unless I see the body of the man you killed. But I told you, Marshall, it was Faber I killed. Okay, okay, it was Faber, but I got to testify that a crime has been committed and the law reads I can't do that without seeing the body. You calling me a liar? No, I'm not calling you a liar. And I don't understand none of it. Well, don't you worry about it, Dooley, I'll take care of it. How? I'll ride out to Turkey Bend and find the grave. Oh, I wouldn't do that, Marshall. No, sir, not in this weather. Well, I don't have to bring him into dodge, Dooley. I can leave him buried there. Oh. Oh, well, I'll go with you. No, no, you won't. It's a bad enough trip as it is. You don't like me because I'm a murderer. I like you fine, Dooley. I mean, not Chester, will you lock him up? Turkey Bend was about 20 miles up the Arkansas. And since he was headed that way, Doc Adams rode along with us. We reached the campsite about mid-afternoon, but it took us another hour to find the grave. There was no marker on it. In fact, only the color of the fresh turned earth made it possible to find it all. Chester and I did the shovel work, and Doc did the examining. What's he taking so long for, Mr. Dylan? Oh, Doc's slow, Chester, but he doesn't miss much. Well, what's there to miss? He's just a shot man. I mean, a dot shot man? I mean, man... Never mind, Chester. Oh, he's true now. You can put him back now. I've seen all I need. Well, I should hope so, Doc. What were you looking for, Miesel? It isn't what I was looking for, Chester. It's what I found. Oh, what do you mean, Doc? Matt, I remember Dooley saying he shot this man. Is that right? Well, that's what he said. Well, little Dooley got it all mixed up. Faber there didn't die from a bullet. He died from a knife. What? Right through the heart. A knife, huh? Yeah, Dooley sure did get it mixed up. That is somebody told him wrong. It don't make sense. That doesn't make more sense if I could talk to Coppett. Well, how are you ever going to find him out here? He could be anywhere, in any direction. We might be weeks looking for him. We'll make him come to us, Chester. Yeah, man, the cook both. Come to us? How? 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I don't want you to leave Dodge, but I don't want you in jail either. What's the matter with me being in jail? I shot a man, didn't I? You saw the body, didn't you? You got the evidence? Now, don't you worry about it, Dooley. Just do what I tell you to. I want you to stay in Dodge, but not in jail. I got no money. I got nothing to eat. I got no place to sleep. I'm a buffalo, Skinner. How am I going to get a job in Dodge? Here, Dooley. Here, here's $10. Now, you can live on that fine. No. Now, go on, take it. Well, okay. I'm not a man to borrow money. Now, you're doing me a favor. I should have made culprit pay me off. Like he said, it didn't make sense. Me being in jail, I couldn't spend nothing. I may pay you off yet, Dooley. What? No, never mind. But look, if I catch you drinking that money, I'm going to take it away from you and you'll starve. Oh, I won't be drinking, Marshal. Didn't I tell you how crazy and dangerous I am when I drink whiskey? No, sir, I won't do that. Good. Now, if anybody asks you why you're not in jail, tell them I said I'm waiting for something. Waiting for what? Well, say I didn't tell you. And one other thing. Don't you tell anybody we wrote out and found favor's body. Don't tell anybody at all. Just forget about that. I'm all mixed up, Marshal. Am I still under arrest? No, no, Dooley. Now, why don't you go on and get out of here? I've got work to do. Huh? Can I come see you sometime? You and Chester? Uh, sure, sure, of course you can. But I don't want you hanging around here all day. Okay. I won't. Just once in a while. I wouldn't feel right otherwise, Marshal. Me being a murderer and all. So long. So long, Dooley. Bye, Dooley. Mr. Dylan. What, Chester? How come you didn't tell Dooley that Faber was killed with a knife? He's still thinking he shot him in the poor little cast. I know. I'm sorry I have to do it this way, but word will get around. It'll get clear out onto the prairie, even. And when it does, I don't want carpet and the cook to be scared off. I only want them to be real curious. So curious they'll come to dodge and start asking questions. What good will that do? We'll find out when they get here, Chester. Mr. Dylan. Uh, no, no thanks, Chester. No, sir, I didn't mean to eat you on something. I meant I wanted something. Oh, oh, yes. Thank you. Coffee's mighty black tonight. Chester. You know, sugar's not going to change the color of the coffee. No, sir, but it sure sweetens it up. Yeah. Well, look at the hair. It's Dooley. Huh? Oh, Dooley. Well, sit down. Have a cup of coffee, huh? Well, ain't you going to say hello, Dooley? I can't stand it no more. You got to help me. Oh, what's the matter, Dooley? What's troubling you? Two days. I've been out of jail for two days. I can't go to another one, Marshal. Well, why? What is it? Well, everybody treats me bad. They won't have nothing to do with me. They say I admit shooting a man out of being jail. I'm talking about you too, Marshal, for letting me out. People talk whatever I do. Well, I can't face them out no more. And in a ways, I did kill them. I ought to be in jail. Well, Marshal, this way, I feel like I stole a sheep. That's how I feel. Just like I stole a sheep. I'm sorry, Dooley. You got to help me. Last night, they wouldn't even let me sleep in the room and house or the hotel, nor no place. Seems to me the citizens of Dodger getting mighty high-minded all of a sudden. But I'll help you, Dooley. Thanks, Marshal. But not in jail. I can't let you stay there. But there's a shack out back of the jail. It belongs to Doc. He stores some stuff in it. Hey, hi, tonighty. And I'll give you some blankets, Dooley. We got plenty of them around. Doc might find me shooting you something. Oh, no. He won't do that. He won't be back for a week or more. Anyway, he'll be glad you're using the place. Well, can I stay in it all day, too? Sure you can. And if you'll show yourself somewhere every now and then, you know, I don't want anybody to think that you've left Dodge. I got to eat. Will that do it? Fine, fine. Okay. But Marshal, I'd sure like to know what a man has to do to get jailed in Dodge City, Kansas. I don't know what Dooley did to pass the time, but for the next few days, he hid day and night in Doc's shack back of the jail and came out only to eat a meal in the restaurant now and then. I felt sorry for him. But I'd have felt sorry here if he'd been hung for a crime I knew he was innocent of. A week passed and nothing happened until one day when I went into the general store after a new watch chain I'd ordered. Mr. Jonas wasn't there, but Kitty was. Hello, Matt. Hey, Kitty. You gonna buy that hat? Like it? Oh, it looks fine. Fine. Really? You sure? Oh, yeah, take it. You won't do better than that. I had Mr. Jonas order it six months ago. Oh, well, the mails are slow sometimes. It came on the Santa theme, Matt. Not by Pony Express. What? I ordered this hat six months ago. It arrived four months ago, and I've been wearing it ever since. Where's Mr. Jonas, Kitty? I'm glad you like it, though. He's out back trying to sell somebody a new wagon. Well, that's a bigger item than my watch chain. I better come back tomorrow. Hey, here it comes now. This wagon you can buy, Mr. I guarantee you'll never have any trouble with it. It's too expensive. What's the matter with them kind of sugar people? They raise their prices every year. I'll tell you what I'll do. If I don't sell that wagon by noon tomorrow, you can have it $50 off. You mean that? You had my word, noon tomorrow. I'm camped down on the river, right where the cotton was begin. Supposing you drive it out there at noon? No, no. If you want it, you'll have to pick it up here. I got only one man in my camp. I cook. That's why I ask. Where are the rest of your men? They're gone. And I'll be picking up a new crew before I head out again. You shouldn't have any trouble finding hide skinners around here. I'll do it tomorrow when I come in for the wagon. Oh, by the way, I heard there's a friend of mine in town, a fellow called Dooley. You know where I could find him? No, I don't. But here's the man to ask. I don't know any Dooley. I never even heard of him. What? I'd like to get my watch chain, though. Has it come in yet? Well, yes, but I... We've been waiting half an hour, Mr. Jonas. Aren't you ever going to be through with him? Don't get enough fret, ladies, soon now. See you at noon tomorrow. Sure, sure. Thanks, Kitty. What is this all about, Marshal? Mr. Jonas, that man's name is Colfitt. I've been waiting a long time for him to get here. Oh, now I understand. It was his partner Dooley killed. That's why he was saying he's running his outfit alone now that he's got all the money. Is that what he said? Yes, and he also said something about taking care of the law here before he left. Of course, I didn't think anything about it at the time. Lots of men talk like that. Yeah, yeah, I guess they do. But Colfitt may mean it. I mean, his shack comes back, Marshal. We've been talking. Talking? Oh, Matt, I just got back. I didn't know what was going on here. Doc told me about Faber. He says he was killed with a knife. He says I didn't shoot him. Oh, I'm sorry, Matt. I guess you didn't want him to know. Oh, it's all right, Doc. It doesn't matter now. Is that true, Marshal? I didn't kill Faber? Yeah, it's true, Dooley. Colfitt killed him. What do you mean to him? Tell me to go get hung for it. Pretty dog on me. Well, it's all over now, Dooley. I'll take care of Colfitt. Well, you just go on saying I done it. Look, I want you to leave Dodge. Go someplace where Colfitt can't find you. Then I'm going down to his camp while he's in town tomorrow and arrest the cook. Well, the cook? You said Colfitt done it. Well, he did. Then I'm going to throw the cook in jail and then take Colfitt. When I tell him the cook has told me the whole story, I think I can break Colfitt down and he'll confess. That Colfitt don't care about nothing. Tell me I done it. Marshal, I wish I'd never gone to work for that man. You'd have been better off if you hadn't, Dooley. But you're out of trouble now. Unless Colfitt finds you. So you get out of Dodge as fast as you can, huh? I'll get Chester to find you a horse of some kind. He's a wicked man, Colfitt. He is a wicked, wicked man. Sure. I know you get going, Dooley, huh? And good luck to you. Thank you, Marshal. You've been as good as you could be to me, I guess. Yeah. Sometimes if I'm Dodge again, I'll come see you, maybe. Sure. Any time, Dooley. I'll be glad to see you. Well, so long. So long, Marshal. More than 60 million cigarette smokers in America who smoke many brands in choosing your cigarette. Be sure to remember this. 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I guess we both felt a little guilty about the way I'd had to treat him. Anyway, the next day, just after noon, we rode down to the river to pick up the cook and bake the trap for the real murderer, Colford. You gonna find this camp, Mr. Dylan? Well, he said it was where the cottonwoods began, Chester. Oh, right over there. He'll kindly spoil everything if the culpates decide not to go to town after all, won't it? Yeah, sure would. There's his horses. Yeah. Ain't no smoke, Col. That cook ain't cookin' nothin'. With Culpit in town, he's probably asleep. Hey, he's shooting at us. There's a hole up ahead. Chester, right for it. You culpit didn't go in town, Mr. Dylan. Culpit's a buffalo, Hunter Chester. He misses that range with his eyes closed. That's the cook. What's the cook shooting at us for? Well, I'll ask him. Kill us, too. With that $10 I give him, he must have gone and drunk it up. Yeah. You're in this hole till you're sober up. Do you hear me? Let's stay drunk forever. We'll wake you out. I'll get over there as far as I can, Mr. Dylan. Then we can both jump in my short hate tube and we can't let him kill us. No, Chester, it's my job. I'll do it. All right, stay down now. You can't get away from Dooley. Nobody can. Throw your hat in the air, Chester. He'll look at it for just a second. Yes, he can be cooked. They're dead. I shot him. Culpit was a mean wicked man, Marshall. Ah, he was. Marshall, come say hello to you. Next time I'm in Dodge, you said I could. Yeah, yeah, you come, Dooley. You come any time you want. Thanks, Marshall. Thank you. That's terrible. But you must feel even worse than I do. Oh, I mean... Never mind the talk, Chester. Now let's get busy. We've got three men to bury. Come filtered. Like them king-size. Then for you, this is it. King-size L and M filters at the same low price as L and M regular. Both have the miracle tip for the effective filtration you need. Yes, it's the filter that counts. And L and M has the best. 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