 Gun Smoke, brought to you by L&M Filters. This is it. L&M is best. Stands out from all the rest. Around Dark 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 Dillon, 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. Maybe the Calvary does come, but I don't like seeing them coming this way. Sowed up in sacks, laid out over their horses. Yeah, I know it just. It makes a man feel so sad and mad, too. There'll be plenty like that. Oh, that's certain. Look at him, lined up all down the street, watching. Like that Will Bailey over there. He's got more reason than some. I know his brother's in one of them sacks. Imagine him standing there, watching, wondering which one. It's an awful sad thing. Well, let's just hope there'll be no more brought in like this. Well, I'll get it. You sit down. I'll be back in a minute. Hello, Bailey. I'm sorry about your brother. Yeah, a lot of good it does. Yeah, I know how you feel. Not the cavalry will get the ones that did it. It'll take them weeks to get ready. By the time they go out, those Comanches will be nowhere near cold creek. Marshal, we're going out on our own. You better think that over, Bailey. We thought it over. And we won't bother about which engines did it either. I had to do a lot of good, wasn't it? Starting on Indian war all over again. I ain't going to argue with you, Marshal. But I'll tell you one thing. There's one man right here in town who's going to die first. Nameless Cartwright. That's right. The one who led those boys into ambush at cold creek. Bailey, that's only a wild idea. Nameless Cartwright's always been a good, reliable scout. He came back, didn't he? He was the only one who got out alive, wasn't he? The scoutin' way out ahead. And it was his job to spot the Comanches. But he didn't. Well, there might have been reasons. Yeah, there were reasons, all right. He's a Comancheous self. Live with him, married one, rode on war parties with him. And he led that patrol into ambush for him. Killin' Cartwright's not going to help your brother. And it could get you into trouble with the war. I'll take my chances on that. All right, Bailey. Maybe in a couple of days you'll cool down and see some reason. Getting cold. Oh, thanks, Kitty. Bailey's pretty hot, isn't he? Can't say I blame him too much. No, I can't either. Too much. You think what he says about Amos is true, Matt? I think you ought to have proof before you condemn a man, Kitty. But Amos is a queer sort. So are a lot of others out here. That's no reason to kill him. No, of course not. Well, how is it? What? How is it? Oh, I guess I was hungrier than I thought. Oh, the cooks get a little better. I guess there's still room for improvement. Hey, Miss Cartwright. All right, don't touch your gun, Bailey. You don't stay like that. Amos, you better find someplace else to eat today. I come to see Bailey. All right, you've seen him. Now go on. Mr. I don't allow nobody to say things about me. I said him and I'll say him again. You're no better than a Comanche yourself. You're a lion sneaking murder and savage with your buckskin shirt and your Comanche leggings on your braided head. And you're the same as Kello's men at Cold Creek. All right, that's enough. Come on, Amos. Mr., I'll see you later. Just outside here. Amos, this will all blow over in a couple of days, but until it does, I think maybe you better stay out of sight. Maybe out at the fore. I can take care of him. It's not just him. He's got half the town believing it. You believe it, Marshal? I don't believe anything. I don't see the proof for it. And speaking of proof, if you've got any on your side, it would help to bring it out. How do you prove something that nobody saw? Nobody alive, Eddie. Well, maybe if you ask the Colonel for a statement. I don't ask no man's help. All right, then. Be pigheaded. I might ask him myself, but you take my advice, Amos. You walk easy for a while. No need for you to bother about me, Marshal. I can handle this myself. I hope so, Amos. I hope so. Alladem's got everything. Superior filtration. Superior taste. Superior filtration because of Alladem's superior filter. White taste because of Alladem's superior tobaccos. Tasty, full of flavor, and light and mild. No doubt about it. Alladem is America's best filter tip cigarette. This is it. Alladem's got everything. It's the... The feelings are running pretty high in town, and there could be some trouble. I'm sure we're in... I just want a statement from you. What kind of statement? Ah, that Amos Cartwright didn't lead that patrol into ambush at Coal Creek. I can't give you that statement, Marshal, because I don't know if it's true... Evidence against Amos? Plausible. But I've cut him off the payroll. Won't scout for us again? Yeah, but if it weren't true, would he have come back, told the story, taken out the burial party, all that? I don't trust a man who's lived as an Indian. I don't like him. I've got other things to worry about. We're getting the stores ready for a major expedition. We're gonna put down those Comanches for good, Marshal. It can't be helped. I'll see you later, Conn. Oh, what's happened? Just what you're afraid of. Bailey and Amos where I called you. All right, let's go. He didn't give them a chance. No chance to talk. He didn't, by surprise, come up behind with a knife and slit his throat. Oh, man. Where was this? Over there with the leverage table. Must've been waiting for him to come for us. Got clean away, too, before anybody knew what happened. Amos had gone all Indian, that's a fact. I suppose he feared it was him or Bailey or it was a matter of honor or something. He doesn't have to do that, Chester. He probably headed south for Comanche territory maybe two hours ago. I guess there's not much to do about it now except tell the cavalry. They'll pick him up eventually. This isn't a military matter, Dark. It's my job. Matt, you can't go down there now with all this Indian trouble. I don't tell you how to set bones, Dark. We're going after him, Mr. Dillon? I am. You don't have to. I'll go get our saddle back. Matt, use your head. Maybe if I'd used it before, Bailey wouldn't be dead. Shot Indian pony. Oh, why would an Indian be trailing Amos? I don't know. And why is Amos wandering like he can't make up his mind where to go? Well, I thought he was heading for the Washtaw. Now he's veered west. Maybe throw us off, huh? Now, he's leaving to plane a trail for that. He doesn't expect anybody to come after him down here. Quite a view from up here, Mr. Dillon. See you for a long way. You see, Amos? Mr. Dillon. What? That Indian pony stopped here and stood. Probably looking out there. Watch your name, Miss. And then turned off and went that way. Yeah, but running. See how the prints dig in and stretch out. What do you think that means, Mr. Dillon? Probably means trouble, Chester. We better find Amos quick. Come on. Double his hill. I reckon we might be getting close. He's down there, Chester, making camp. You see that movement in the willows there? That'll be his horse. He'll be over by the water. And he sure could have fooled me. Come on. We'll stay behind the hill. We'll circle in quarter and crosswind. Yes, sir. Cut our horses in the willows with aimuses. You just kick that gun of a hyphen, too. You think you can get me back to Dodge, Marshal? I think so. It's command she country, you remember? Maybe you're banking too much on that, Amos. Maybe. Get yourself into, Amos. Is it? Yeah, I'd say so. Now, on one side, you've got all the white men hating you. On the other side, I shouldn't think the Comanches would be too fond of you either. Why not? Like Bailey said, I'm most one myself. Yeah, but there were Comanches killed at Coal Creek, too. Some. I must know that you've been scouting for the blue coats, huh? Well, it don't matter. They don't hold no grudge against scouts. As long as you scout against their enemies, the Cheyenne or the Apaches are one of the others, but you led the cavalry against your own tribe. I wasn't smart. Ain't worried, Marshal. You're the one out of me. Maybe. You hate me, too, don't you, Marshal? Not exactly. Just trying to understand you. It's a hard choice to turn against your own kind. I'd like to know what makes a man do that. Now, if you knew the way it was, I can remember the day it was like this. It was towards dusk. I left the horses three of my best. Right out front of her father's lodge. Never waited so anxious in all my life. And then he'd come up and took my horses into his herd. That meant you were accepted. Married. And we lived fine. I had a lodge of 14 skins. I brought meat to her family. I took koo. I was respected. Loved. And it was good. It was all good. Why'd you leave these? She died bearing a child. Amos, that cold crick. Did you lead the cavalry into ambush? I didn't lead them. But I knew. You knew the ambush was there and you didn't warn them. I couldn't. It had just been the other way around. They were my friends' relatives, people I'd lived with. Whatever I did, it had been wrong. So you ran away and did nothing. But a man's got to make his choice, Amos. And they're failing to whack you majors. Maybe. Coming back to Dodge was a mistake. If you'd have stayed out, you might have been taken for dead and forgotten. And now you've gone too far. Kellan Bailey, the way you did it. Now there's no choice now. There's only Dodge and a noose. You ain't got me back to Dodge yet, Marshal. Maybe you ain't going to. Huh? Yeah, I see what you mean. What does he mean? Take a look, Chester, coming over the brow of that far hill there. Glory be. All right, come on, get on. I'm sorry. It's a war party. Ain't a big one. I say it must be 50 or more. Amos. Cremante's all right. You lose, Marshal. Maybe we all do. The thousands of smokers who are changing to Ellendem every day to the millions who now smoke Ellendem, here is your assurance. Ellendem gives superior filtration because of its superior filter. Superior taste because of Ellendem's superior tobaccos. Yes, Ellendem tobaccos are tasty, full of flavor, and light and mild. And Ellendem's superior filter is the purest tip that ever touched your lips. It's white, all white. Truly the miracle tip because when it's added to Ellendem's superior tobacco, it actually tones up the taste. Actually improves your enjoyment of this great cigarette. Yes, Ellendem's got everything. Superior taste, superior tobacco, superior filter. That's why it's America's best filter tip cigarette. Try Ellendem today. Looks a terrible war like to me. Just riding easy like there's out for a breath of air. Circling, they know we're here. If they had to decide to rush us, we wouldn't have a chance. Well, that's one thing we could do something about, Justin. What? Kill the horses, pull them up in the circle and shoot them and slit their bellies. Oh my goodness gracious, what for? Those Indian ponies will bark when they smell the blood. That'd stop a charge. We could use their bodies for cover. But Mr. Dillon out here thought no horses. Well, maybe it won't be necessary. Hamas, you recognize any of them? Yeah, that one out front on the pie ball. That's Buffalo tongue. It's my brother-in-law. They've stopped the horses. Well, wait a minute. You might need your horses. Yeah, sure, but I doubt we'll ever get a chance to use them. Maybe they don't know you're here. You keep out of sight and wait for dark, maybe just ours. What do you think, Hamas? I'm thinking about that noose back in Dodge. And I'm thinking you're wrong about them comanches. That's my wife's brother out there, Marshal. I've ridd beside him on many a party. Now see, he coming down alone. Well, that's true, Mr. Dillon, he is. Hamas, I'm warning you. Even if you're right, it'd be me they're looking for. If they don't even know you're here. No, Hamas. Marshal, three men can't stand against fifty comanches. All right. It's like you said a man makes a choice. Wait, Hamas, come back. Mr. Dillon. Keep your answers. But Mr. Dillon... That's all we can hope for now. But he's our prisoner. He was our prisoner. Now we'll see. His brother now has stopped. He's... Mr. Dillon. Hamas, look out. No, no, no, Mr. Dillon. No. Chester, don't stay down. It's too late. Our guns won't do Hamas any good now. We gotta think about ourselves. I know that, but... Wait a minute. They turn in a way without another look. Mr. Dillon, they don't know about us. They know, but they don't care. We chance that, Chester. Hamas. No, no, don't, Marshal. Not yet. It's gotta come out, Hamas. Here, I'll cut the shots. No. After. In a minute or so. It won't matter. Marshal. He didn't even bother... He didn't even bother to take crew. It just... He didn't even seem to notice us. There wasn't a battle, Chester. There was an execution. It was awful having to stand by. Like he said, a man has to make a choice. Yes, sir. Mr. Dillon, what do you mean? They didn't even bother to take crew. The scalp. It's the worst possible insult. When an Indian won't even claim his crew or touch the body. You reckon he knew what might happen? Yeah, I think so, Chester. Maybe it was better than noose. Yeah. Maybe it was. All right, come on, Chester. We got things to do. This is William Conrad. As you may know, gun smoke is going into it's second year on radio. 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