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No, sir, they sure ain't. Oh, that was the most beautiful animals I ever saw. Hey, there's a man with him. Yeah. He's gonna saddle up his awful well decked out for a cowboy, ain't he? Sure looks better than we do. Come on, I ain't shaved in a week. How have you been dodged tomorrow, Justice? Horses got blood in them, pie ever seen it. So why? And I'll fight anybody for these horses. Anybody at all. Now look, Mr., we aren't after your horses. We're only admiring them. Now tell me something. You ever shoot a man in the back? I said, did you ever shoot a man in the back? Mr., but I never shot anybody in the back. I believe you. I believe you, didn't I? Well, he's chancing we're gonna shoot him, Mr. John. Look at him go. Come on, we better hurry. No, Chester. But he'll get away. We can't stop him, not on those tired animals of ours, and him with a pair of thoroughbreds. Well, we can track him. He's a sure enough horse thief. He's headed straight for Dodge, Chester. We'll find him there. 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Kitty, I'm looking for a man who came to Dodge yesterday with a pair of thoroughbreds. He's tall and he wears about the finest clothes that have been seen around here since Bill Hickock was last in town. Uh-huh. His name's Portis, ma'am. Jack Portis. Ah, I thought you might know him. The only man who ever came to Dodge as I didn't meet never quite got here. What? I'm sorry, I lost your trail there, Kitty. I'm thinking of that cowboy who got shot just outside of town last year. Oh, you remember? Yeah, yeah, I remember. I'm more interested in Jack Portis, so... Oh, well, I don't know much about him, except that he's a real free spender and he's already made himself a lot of friends. Nobody can pay for a drink when he's around. He got money, too, huh? Well, besides those horses, you mean. I hear they're pretty fancy animals, ma'am. Yeah, real fancy, Kitty. Well, nothing's too good for Portis. Oh, ma'am? Yeah, I see you. How are you, Kitty? Portis? I see nobody's shot you in the back yet, Portis. No. Anybody got a reason to? You know my name, but I don't know yours, mister. It's Dylan. Marshall, Dylan. Hm, I'll be darned. Why don't you say so out there? You were in too big a hurry for much visit. The way you two men looked, I wasn't taking chances. How'd I know you weren't going to shoot me for them horses? Did you shoot somebody for them? So that's what you're thinking. Where'd you get them, Portis? I raised them. Where? I want to spread on the Wachita River, Marshall. Oklahoma Territory? That's right. That's a long way from here. Oh, I ride off every once in a while. Spend some money, have a little fun. No harm in that. Sure. Now, you're saying that the wine glass is your brand, huh? Of course it is. Look here. Got a burn right on my hat band. See? Uh-huh. You believe me now? It could be true. You're about the most suspicious man I ever met. Well, I'm paid to be. Sure. I understand. Buy you a drink now? Some other time, huh? It'll be my pleasure. Come on, Marshall. I'll see you later, Kitty. Sure. Don't you believe in that? Yeah, I guess I do, Kitty. Oh, but you're not real sure, huh? It could be that he's just a whole lot smarter than I am. Hello, Chester. And Matt. Come on, sit down, Doc. Sit down. We just finished, but you can have our table. Oh, thank you, thank you. Well, what'd you eat? We had the chicken, but stay away from it, Doc. Oh, is that so, Chester? It's no good. It tastes like it'd been boiled with the feathers on. Oh, well, I never heard of cooking chicken that way. See, that might be worth trying. All right, you don't need me. Go right ahead. No, no, no, no, no, no, Chester. When it comes to food, you can be trusted completely. Uh-oh. Who's having the party of the day? That's Jack Porter's, as usual. Porter? Oh, that fellow. Even at noon, huh? Well, he hasn't left for company one second of it. Oh, man, he spends money the way he does, picks up friends like a dog does fleas. Well, he's bound to run out of money one of these days, Doc. Yes, I hear he hasn't gone into a saloon yet without buying drinks for the house. You know, a man like that could maybe be president someday. Oh, now, Chester, you don't seem to hold the highest office in the land in much esteem, Chester. Well, now, I like Porter's, Doc. He's a fine fellow. I was talking about how you think a man becomes president. Well, getting folks to like him is one way, ain't it? Well, I won't argue with that. No, no. Well, I can't sit here all day and listen to you two. It's not likely you'd learn anything worthwhile if you didn't. I'd better go, too, I guess. Thanks for your advice about the chicken, Chester. Oh, that's okay, Doctor. So long. So long, Doc. If you haven't got nothing for me to do, I might go on down to Depot later on. Oh, well, you can go now, if you like. Oh, it's too early. The sign if he ain't due in till mid-afternoon. Oh, I see. Well, go then. I wouldn't want a train to arrive without you being there. Great idea. Well, now, it ain't a pure waste. You never know who might get off one these days. Pretty girl, maybe, huh? Well, now, I'm serious, Mr. Dunn. Yeah, I know. Well, now, but what I mean is, hey, look, there's him thoroughbred across the street there. Oh, yeah. Who's the boy leading him? Myron Marweedle. He's a kid Portis hired to give him a run once in a while. Well, you can't say he doesn't take good care of him. No, sir. There's Portis coming now. He's going to show him off to his friends. He's got a right to be proud of him. I wished I was rich like him. I hear he's got two rooms at the Dodge House just in case he runs into somebody who needs a bed. Now, there's a real friend. Hey, look at him rare. Yeah, that's all horse. I seen him, I tell you. Don't yell about it. I believe it. Well, I want you to know it, sir. Well, you sure take up a lot of room. Oh, I'm sorry. Don't start trouble, Bert. I'm starting no trouble. He was standing in the way. The man's standing in the way. He's got a right to move him, ain't he? Is that fellow drunk or just owing me? I don't know. I've seen him around here before, Chester. No strangers to me. From the looks of them, I'd just soon keep it that way. Well, you've got your choice. What? They're getting mounted. Looks like they're moving on. Hey, those are pretty fair horses. They got two. Hey, Chester. Yes, sir? Do you see those brands? One of them's wineglass horses, too. They don't hear you. All right, let's go get our horses. We'll follow them. What about Portis? We ought to tell him. They didn't tell him. Come on. It's a camp they got there, Mr. Dillon. They ain't trying to run. No. They'll go on if I can figure it. Now, they've seen us. OK, we'll ride right up to them, Chester. Yes, sir. My name's Keller. Not that I take the strangers asking them. Now, there's no need for us to be strangers. If it's Chester Proudfoot, I'm Matt Dillon. What are you doing down here, Marshal? What'd you follow us for? I'm interested in your horses. Why? There's a man in dodge with two wineglass horses. Yeah, we know that. Keep talking, Burke. Go ahead, tell him. All right. Stole some money, too. On the Red River. Oklahoma Territory? Sure. Who's that? Uncle's. He killed him, Marshal. Yeah. He killed Burke's uncle, and he'd run off with what money he could find an M2-3rd breast. And we followed him here. A long trail, but we found him. I see. Now, what do you aim to do now? Aim to take him. What else? Now, what are you waiting for? We're figuring a way to do it. Yeah. The smart one, that Fordy. Why didn't you come to me about this? Well, ordinarily, we would, Ab, Marshal. What do you mean? Well, you think we'd ride all this way after nothing but a horse thief that stole a little money? Now, Keller told you. He killed my uncle, Marshal. That makes it different. Not to me, it doesn't. Well, it ain't your kin he killed. 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Sure going to be a surprise when he finds out his game is up, ain't it? Hey, what's that crab doing down there? I don't know. Uh-oh. They're spreading out. Must be a fight, Mr. Jones. Yeah, come on. Work, see him? There's Keller, too. Looks like they killed him. Yeah, right. Stay back, Justin. All right, let's leave it like that. It's Marshall. Yeah, stand back. It's yours. Good job, Marshall. First, Marshall, it was self-defense. I didn't see it. Asked anybody it dids. They may be friends of his. They're live. They weren't friends of his a minute ago. They didn't back him up, did they? Well, it's different now. They'll back him up now. You're in back... Mr. Jones. Yeah, watch this. What are you doing here, kid? Hello, Matt. She's seen the whole thing. She was standing right over there, Mr. Dillon. And she says... All right, all right, Justin. Let's hear it from her. Yes, sir. Oh, wait a minute. How do we know she ain't a friend of his, too? She'd tell the truth even if she was. All right, go ahead, kid. What happened? Well, I didn't hear what was said, Matt. But I saw what happened plain enough. It looked like he was calling Portis out. And then Portis went for his gun. Burke shot him. And it was self-defense. I told you that, Marshall. I wasn't lying. There wouldn't have been a killer if he had stayed in camp like I told you. Well, the murderer died sooner or later. You go on back to Oklahoma. Then you stay there. I'm taking them horses with me. Take them. Come on, Burke. Let's go. Portis was a bad one after all, huh? I guess so, kiddie. If he hadn't been guilty, there'd have been no reason for him to draw up first. He didn't seem bad. Hell, you never know, kiddie. You just never know. Had Chester go through Portis' pockets. And he found he hardly had enough money left to pay for a coffin. So his big party had been about over anyway. But at least he'd had a fine time while it lasted. And everybody who'd enjoyed it with him felt even though he was a killer, it was better he got shot than hung. And that was the end of it. Except for one thing. And we didn't find out about that until a week later. Goodness, it is just plain miserable out there, Mr. Dillon. Oh, what is it, Chester? The sun, the dust, and the heat. So why don't you stay inside? I'm going to, now. Where have you been? After the mail. Here. There's not much here. Now, wait a minute, what's this? Oh, uh, well, that's for Jack Portis. There ain't no address on it where they could send it back to, so I said maybe I'd ought to bring it to you. Well, I don't know what to do with it. It might say inside where you could send it back to. I don't like opening that mail, Chester. Especially without a dead man. Well, what we're going to do with it then? And if whoever wrote this doesn't know he's dead. And I guess it's up to me to tell him. I'll open it. What's the matter, Mr. Dillon? Dear boss, I hope you've run out of money by now and are on your way back to the wine glass. Things is fine here except the wash-a-tahs near dry and a couple of horses got stole. But they was not thoroughbreds. I am keeping two pots of coffee on the stove in case you show up unexpected. Do be my gunner. Have I made a bad mistake, Chester? Yes, sir. But Portis made one too. How? Draw and first made him look guilty to us. But what happened was that he counted on his friends to back him up against those two. That Birkenkeller. They're mighty bold the way they rode in here and got by with that. We'll get a circular out on them right away. Yes, sir. All right, his man, Dillon. What are you telling, Mr. Dillon? And I'll tell him two more wine glass horses got stolen. Thoroughbreds this time. And now our star, William Conrad. Thank you, George. You know what I like about Ellen M's is they're mild and mighty easy on the draw. 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