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Oh, just looking over the new arrivals, seeing how many unhealthy ones I can count on. Oh, gracious sake, will you look at that. Look at what, Matt, right? Oh, well, if that isn't a blossom of blooming youth. I think that's the boy we're supposed to meet. Him? That's old man Cleveland's son, Cleveland. Matt, do you mean that swaggering old roughneck's got a son who dresses like that? You can't always tell by appearances, Doc. Uh, hey, Tom? Are you sure you're giving the depot a little verse up in the choke up already? Yes, sir. Hey, you are Tom Cleveland, aren't you? Yes, sir, I am. I'm Matt Dillon. I have Marshall here, Doc. Pleasure, Marshall Dillon. Your dad couldn't get in today, and he asked me to meet you and get you started off to the ranch. It's very kind of you, Marshall. This is all new to me. Well, you get used to it. I hope so, but right now everyone seems to be amused at something. Well, the boys around here aren't much used to such style, I guess. In Philadelphia they told me this was a correct Western attire. Well, it's not quite. At any rate, your father left a saddle horse for you at the delivery station. A saddle horse, sir. Well, isn't there any means of public conveyance? Well, I'm afraid we don't have any public conveyance, isn't it, Doc? But I don't ride too well except on a flat saddle. A flat saddle? I never heard of such a thing. Oh, this is Chester Propp, but Tom Cleveland. How do you do, sir? How do you do? It's my... Your daddy sure is going to have yourself a chore with you. Chester. You know, it's strange having a father after all these years. What sort of a man is he, Marshall? Your dad? Nice. I guess he's just an ordinary frontier cattle man. Well, I guess we'll get on all right. Yeah, well, I hope you will, Tom. Now, watch this, man. You ready, Tom? Anytime, Dad. He's fast, man. He's a lot faster than I was at his age, that's all. Gun in your holster, son, and I shot till the bottle's in there. All right. You see it, Matt? You see it? Yeah, it's good shooting, Tom. Thank you, sir. You get four out of five of them every time, right out there. Another month and I'll be hitting five out of five. I don't doubt it. Well, Cleveland, I better be getting on in the town. Nice to see you again, Marshall. Same here, Tom. Me and my boy's been working like this, Matt, three, four hours a day for working here two months now. He's a born gun handler. Is that all right when he come here and I hear how they laugh at him? Matt, I decided I was going to make a man under that boy if it killed me. Now, the idea is good, Cleve, that there's more torque than gunsling, and you can make a good shot in two months, but it takes longer to turn a boy into a man. Well, maybe. Well, you'll be treated like one. Same as I always been treated. I've stood up to the best of them, Matt. You know that? Uh-huh. I got time in Tascosa when I outdraught the Waco kid. Yeah, I know, Cleve. But times are changing. The law's here now, and the law has questions. So, uh, just don't push him too fast, huh? Give him a chance to find something. Mind what? I'm not real sure, Cleve, but I know one thing. He's not gonna find it in the pistol holster. Be yourself, of old-fashioned ideas. Why don't you let it... Freshen up your taste. Smoke and L&M! Today, all over the country, more people are changing to L&M than to any other cigarette. And it's all because only L&M gives you full, exciting flavor through the pure white miracle tip. L&M draws the taste richer. Smokes cleaner. So, free up. Freshen up your taste. Live modern. Change to L&M. Make today your big red letter day and start to live the modern way. Live, live, live, modern. It's America's fastest growing cigarette. Here's a cake of ice. It's nice like this back in Texas. With the air, it's a gall-down trap. You can hear it church bells ten miles away. Uh-huh. A lot of time you ever spent listening to church bells, Chester. So, I could have heard him. He probably wouldn't have minded it with that. One in six hairs, Miss Kitty, crosses things. If you don't put a wrap on, she's gonna catch her death. Kevin, I'm trying to find Mr. Cleave. Was something wrong? Yeah, he's gotta get that boy of hairs out of the long branch. He brought him in earlier and then left him there and Tom's been drinking too much. No, that's Cleave's way of making a man out of it. Well, he better make him a quieter one who won't live long enough to be a man. What's going on? The boy's talking too much. Cleave started himself bragging all over the place. You know how he is? Yeah, I know. After you left, the boys took it up and kept prodding Tom until... Well, he's just asking for trouble, Matt. Somebody's gotta get him out of there. Well, they're just having a little fun, Kitty, and won't come to anything. Matt, you don't know who the kid's up against. Brawley stars in there. Brawley stars? Tom's already got him pretty riled, and Brawley's not one to take it long. Matt? Stay here, Kitty. Let me through here with you. Meet your joint this time, Matt. How about it, C-dog? Just a bullet in the arm. Doesn't amount to much. How do you feel, Tom? Sick, Marshal. Yeah, let's get over there under the lamps, son. We'll jerk that bullet out and have you fixed up in no time at all. How'd it happen, boy? Who did it? I reckon I'm the guilty party, Marshal. Well, I didn't know you were in Tom, Brawley. I just got here this afternoon. Doesn't take you long, does it? Marshal Dillon, I... I hope you won't take any official action in this. It was a fair draw. You better go on over there and let Doc dig that bullet out, Tom. Come on, boy. It was just an argument, Marshal. He outdrew... Doc's waiting for you. Yes, sir. You're picking kind of easy game, aren't you, Brawley? He picked. Well, I didn't. Got business in dodge, have you? Maybe. I hadn't been here long enough to tell. He's just a half-baked kid, Brawley. Man's got a gun on his hip. He ain't a kid. You saw he was on the project. You ought to have known enough to give him room. Most folks give me room, Marshal. But I didn't have to shoot him in the arm, you know. No, you didn't. Tom? Tom, you all right? That's nothing, Dad. Who's done it, boy? Who's done it? Who's a dirty right shot you in the back? He's kind of mouty, ain't he? That's a boy's father. Matt? Matt. Where is this sneak that caught my boy with his back turned? I shot him, Mr. and his back wasn't turned. You're a filthy liar. I'd hold it, both of you. Now talk soft and keep your hands on the bar. You'll answer to me for this. And you won't be facing up to no half-growed kid. All right, Mr. let's say eleven o'clock in the morning. I'll wait for you at the livery's table. Good enough. Just ask for Brawley's star. Brawley's star? Yeah, that, Marshal. See you in the morning, Mr. Well, right done, Matt. 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Brawley's up there with a stable linen on the hitch and rail, minding his own business. He's got no reason to bother him. And if Cleave jumps him, it'll be his self-defense and I still got no reason. Yeah, but maybe Cleave won't rob her. He will. Well, he'll make sure of that. Oh, good morning, Kitty. Miss Kitty? Matt, I seem to be making a habit of running to you about the Clevelands. Yeah, you and Chester both. What's wrong now? Well, it's the old man, Cleave. He's sitting over there in the long branch drinking. Been out of for two hours. Well, I didn't even know he was in town yet. Acts sort of crazy. Will you come talk to him at least? Yeah, sure, Kitty. Mind if I sit down? All right, if you want to. Like you've taken on a fair-sized load there. What's the difference? It's a bad state to be in for a man about to walk into a gun. I'm all right. Don't worry about me. Brawley's fast, Cleave, as fast as they come. You've got a lot of nerve to give him even better odds by getting yourself drunk. Of course, the man that faced down the Waco kid doesn't have much to worry about, I guess. No, wait. Except that Brawley's the man who killed the kid. A few years later, in El Paso. You know, you're a fool, Cleave. Why didn't you stay home this morning? I had to come. They laughed at me. Cleave, you've never even seen the Waco kid or any of the others you brag about. No. You've never been in a gunfight in your life. That ain't true. It is true, and you know it. As long as it stayed just harmless, Target didn't matter much, but you started filling your boy full of it, trying to make him into something you never were. And last night, you nearly got him killed by it. Oh... Boy's gotta know how to take care of himself. Taking care of himself's one thing. Mouthing off till he gets a bullet through his arms another. It could just as well have been his heart. Brawley let him off easy. He's got a lot of nerve to give him. He's got a lot of nerve. Brawley let him off easy. And now you're going up there and get yourself killed. No, I ain't. I can't do it. Trying to drink myself up to it. And I can't. I'm a coward. I forget it, Cleave. If a man runs into somebody, he'll put the Indian sign on him. What's the matter? Kenny? Get him upstairs. It's something you can do a whole lot better than I can. Sit down. Yeah, Chester. Now what is it? Tom's out there in the street. He's wearing a gun and he's headed for the livery stable. All right, let's go. Must be out of his head. There he is. Tom! Tom Cleaveland! Yes, sir? Hold up a minute, will you? Where you going, Tom? You know where I'm going, Marshal. I don't know who started it, but I know who's going to stop it. Take his gun, Chester. Now wait, shut up! Now you stay here and don't move. Chester, if he tries to get away, put a bullet through his other arm. I'll be happy to. I wasn't exactly looking to see you this morning, Marshal. You ain't here to stand up for somebody else, are you? Just stand it up for the law, broadly. Well, they're mine now and they ain't no law didn't broke. Call it law and order, then. Now a gunfight's not very orderly. Yeah. I sure don't aim to do no shooting unless somebody shoots at me first. Nobody's gone, too, broadly. Cleaveland's not going to shove. Oh. Kind of had a feeling he wouldn't. He looked a little crawly last night and just, uh, big-wind, no rain. Hmm? His boy feels different, though. I just stopped him up the street there. He was heading down here to face you. Well, I'll say one thing. The year after that, he ain't got much sense, but he's sure full of vinegar. He's a good kid, broadly, in spite of what his dad's done to him. I wouldn't want anything to happen to him. You won't. As long as he stays shy of me. Now, there's one way to make sure of that. You got a horse there and the stable get it and ride. The law say that, Marshal. I said it, broadly. You really run your town, don't you? All right, Marshal, I got no reason to stay. I'll ride. Good. So long, Broly. Yeah, I'll be seeing you more. What's this, Mr. Dillon? What happened anyhow? Nothing much. Tom? Broly's riding out of town. You better get on back out to the ranch. I have to find my father first. He's in town somewhere. He'll be out later, Tom. He's drunk, isn't he? Well, it's all right, Marshal. I understand him rather well, I think. He's something of a braggart and a liar and most likely a coward. Oh, wait a minute, Tom. Oh, don't worry. I'll never let him find out I know. After all, he's my father. Well, then maybe you can help him grow up, huh? Maybe you can make a man out of him. I hope so, sir. In a sudden time, I think you will. At our star, William Conrad. In 1900, 20 miles an hour very often was excessive speed. But in 1900, as now, speed is a relative concept. It's relative, for instance, to traffic conditions. An empty highway is safer than a crowded one. It's relative to the time of day, dusk, dawn, and night driving is more hazardous than daylight. It's relative to weather conditions. Rain, sleet, and snow means slow down, even on highways that are posted for high maximum speed limits. In other words, safe speed is a question of driver's judgment. Police patrols can pick up a few of the most careless drivers. But the policeman that counts the most is the one you carry in your own head. When he tells you to slow down and stop taking chances, listen to him. The life you save may be your own. This has been a CBS Radio public service announcement. And now, William Conrad. You know, on the frontier if a girl was looking for a husband, they used to say she's throwing a mighty wide loop. Well, next week a girl catches a husband right enough. But not the one she wants. Not the one she wants. And that was the West. Gunsmoke. Produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. The story was specially written for Gunsmoke by Les Crutchfield with editorial supervision by John Meston. The music was composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Lawrence Dobkin, George Edwards and John Daner. Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNair is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Join us again next week for another story on Gunsmoke.