 Gun smoke brought to you by L&M, the cigarette you want in the pack you want, familiar standard pack, and new harsh proof box. Live modern, smoke modern, change to L&M. 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. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke. Gun smoke starting William Conrad, the story of the violence that moved west with young America, and the story of a man who moved with it. I'm Matt Mann, Matt Dillon, United States Marshall, the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chance they job, and it makes a man watchful, but a little lonely. Morning, Miles. Seventeen minutes, Matthew. Seventeen minutes had got to me since I sent that boy to find you. How's that so? A crime has occurred, Matthew. I'm dawdling over your breakfast coffees, not likely to bring the culprit to justice. The boy said somebody broke into your store last night, Miles. How'd they get in? Well, by breaking the glass in the back window. Two pains, four dollars and thirty-two cents to pay. You know, Miles, I told you a year ago you ought to put a grading bill with those windows like the rest of the stores and so on. No, but great things cost money, Matthew. So do burglaries. What does it take? Well, I've been compiling a list. Now, here's exactly what's missing. One blue blanket, retail price six dollars and forty cents. One blue denim jacket, size thirty-six, retail price three dollars and... The price is unimportant, Miles. Oh, to me they are. I have a certain respect for money. Yeah, so I've heard. What else is missing? Well, let me see. One hat, great respect and, of course, finest quality. Yeah, I know. I've got one, Miles. Go on with the rest of it. All right. One pair of boots, size six, untooled, inlaid with retail price twelve... Here, let me take a look at it. Yeah, two flannel shirts, five pounds clapper, bacon, three pounds of dried beans, pounds of salt, bucks and matches of stores. Looks like you've just grub-stepped somebody, Miles. I expect you to recover each and every one of those items. Oh, I'll try to. One canteen, one handaxe, two pounds of cheese and one... one forty-four-caliber cover, as well. More than sixty-three days, fifty-six dollars and eighty cents. What about cartridges? You know, I have them on a list. You know, I might have that. I'm expecting a case in today. Well, the gun won't be much use without them. Wonder if any place else is robbed last night. It happens. Now, what's the matter? Ah, here's something else that's been taken, Matthew. There were three bottles right there on that cell phone now. There's only two. Bottles are one. Yeah, perfume imported all the way from Paris, France. Now, what with a man? I could grub-steak himself one fifty-fifty and four. Maybe it wasn't a man, Miles. Huh? The size of those boots and the jacket would take a pretty small man to wear clothes like that. Oh, you mean a girl? You know, what in the name of heaven would she be up to? I don't know. She's gone. Yeah, what is it, sir? Will be joining. Somebody come into his store, help him up a while ago. What? Did he recognize it? No, sure. He stuck a gun in his back and made him go into the store room and locked the door on him. He said whoever it was had a real soft voice like a kid. Huh? Mr. Jones hadn't been to the bank yet, so at least there wasn't no cash. So... Oh, what was stolen? Nothing. Except a box of a .44 caliber cartridges. Let me smell that perfume again. Would you mind? Yeah, sure. Can I hear? Mm-mm. Not any scent, I know. But I sure like to. You say Miles has got two more bottles of it? Ah, I got this sample from one of them. Well, there's nothing like this around, Dodd. Couldn't be too hard to track down. Yeah, provided the person who stole it opens the bottle. Well, I'll keep sniffing the breeze, Matt. That's what we've been doing all day in this city. Sniffing and smelling around all over town. It's like a couple hounds. But we ain't caught a goof of this stuff. I wouldn't be likely to catch this. Matt, maybe this girl, if it is a girl, is already left town. Well, in a way, I kind of hope so. She might have wanted the gun just to protect herself. She wasn't protecting herself when she shoved it and willed Jonas back this morning. I know, but it wasn't... It was empty, then. It's not empty, no. Well, by God, I was just wondering who I'd let buy me a drink this evening. Yeah. As far as I'm concerned, Doc, you're still wondering. Oh, man. Well, good evening, good evening. Oh, hello, Doc. Hello, Doc. Oh, say, I understand somebody barred a few things off an old man in a tag last night. Yeah, they did, Doc. Oh, they did, eh? Crime rampant and the local law and Habitat Halloween. Here, Doc. Smell this one. Huh? Oh, yeah. Say, what do you do, Matt? Put it on your hair or use it when you shake it? Do you ever smell that smell anywhere before, Doc? Slightly familiar. Huh? What do you mean, slightly familiar? Well, I mean, I smelled the same thing earlier today somewhere. Today. Where, Doc? Where was it? Where did you smell it today? I don't even remember. Say, Matt, what do you say we get up a coke a day? Doc, would you think where did you smell this perfume today? I don't know, let me see now. I was all over town at one time or another. It wasn't at the literary table, naturally. Or at the bank. Oh, I'll forget it, man. I don't have the slightest idea. Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh. Wait a minute. Now, I don't remember. Yeah? I was talking to Mr. Dobie in the lobby of the Dodge House. And this kid was doing it. The Dodge House, huh? That's right. He leaked of the stuff. Yes, that's where it was. He rented himself a room there. But why? I'll tell you later, Doc. Tell him, come on. Okay, Mr. Dobie. Yeah, be careful about water. You reckon we'll put up a fight? Or two will, or a week ever? I don't know. All right, go ahead and knock. Let's get clear before the door opens up. Are you serious? I sent you some drinking water. Get out there in the hall. Okay, but you better get it before the ice melt. Get your hands up. You're under arrest. What? Just a minute. Back the car. All right, get back in the room. I know you've got my whole hotel stirred up. I ain't got nothing. You've got no call to arrest me. Inside, I said. John, he wasn't like this. Dylan, it is, is it, girl? It reminds me of my own business. Who are you, anyway? What? He's a U.S. Marshal. That's who he is. A Marshal? Where did you get that shirt you were in, Miss? In the boot. What about this gun? Where do you think I got it? I don't think. I know. Now, what's your name? My name's Willie Deager. And I'm from down around O.S. Johnson. Really? What kind of a name do you have for a female? I just checked your tater's license. Willie, how old are you? 16, beginning of your business. 16, huh? Why did you break into that store last night? Who says I did? The closure where I met Stefan on the bed over there. The stuff all over this room. Every bit of it was stolen. How'd you figure it was me, Marshal? That perfume you took. Doc Adams was down in the lobby when you rented your room here. He smelled it on you. I guess I know that person who's gonna bring bad luck. There are other things I needed. Except for the person I just wanted. I've never had none before. I've only used stout men. I've just heard about it. What are you doing right away from home? I ain't running. I already run. You would have dragged me with wild horses. I wouldn't go back there. Why not? You know my step why you wouldn't ask. Why not? Work. Work a body to their death. That's all he knows. He's got a dry farm down here. He ain't never gonna be working nothing no matter what. He'll work day and night just like a man. I ain't never even owned a drill. I don't believe he's going in for frills. Yeah, I see. Last time we'd done it two days ago, I just lit out. Did you get bruised inside of my head? Yes, we will. Oh, brilliant. You make a move, Marshal. And I'll blow this stellar backbone clean through his belly. I'm not moving. My back off now, Mr. Aways from the door. I didn't run away from home just to end up in no jail. Where are you going to end up, will you? Never you mind about me, Marshal. Now you two just stay put. Oh, I'm just... I'm awful selling this to you, aren't I? I didn't have no idea what he's up to. She doesn't lay there, Justin. That's her trouble. I'm a darn fool, kid. Yeah, a darn fool, kid. With a loaded gun. Let's see now, Matthews. This shirt's not being worn. Won't have to discount it, at least. Now the same goes for the skillet, Marshal. And the blanket, canteen, and axe. It's gonna be be when you hear, Mr. Kye. No, just hold your horses, you two. I'll get the way this piece. No, sir. Wait a minute. Now, man, can't calculate this profit without knowing it first. Uh-huh. I knew some of it was gone. I think about 20 cents worth of that corner is... 22 cents. Well, at least she didn't have time to eat any bacon, Marshal. Yeah, it's about the size of it. It's always found in her room. Yeah, it was just the low-priced items, Matthews. You still got away with a $12.50 pair of boots? He hasn't gotten away yet, Marshal. We'll find it before the night's over. We know what he looks like now, at least. And we know her name. Willie Beaver. Hey, there's homestead or style, you say? Yeah. Dry-farmed on tortoise eggs. I think that's too much work, I guess. And too little of anything else. Might be hard-living, dry-farming. Doesn't play much of anything to speak of? Not much. Matthew, look, if you catch her, and you get back those boots and that gun and the other items, well, what do I mean, Matthew? She can keep that perfume if she wants it. Well, evermore. I couldn't have said it anyway if she's used some of it. Yeah, sure, Marshal. You have tires? A jar of wandering around the lawn? Well, come find it. Don't just stand there staring at me. I'm not staring at you, Marshal. Just listening to you, that's all. Oh, I'm working like a cat in a birthday. I told you that perfume isn't saleable, now. You're going out and catch that young Russian, you bring her to justice? Healing from honest dog-deering folk? Violating private dogs? All right, Marshal, all right. And if you get that gun and the other boots back, and if it does not hurt any, then you're done on jacket, too. Well, I'll give that child a dress, right out of my stock. My land of wishes. Well, it's not a matter of sentiment. No, it's just that it isn't fit for a young girl to go into court dressed like a man. It's no decent. Yeah, sure, sure, Marshal. I know what you mean. Just a proper respect for appearances, that's all it is, isn't it? Oh, I'll confirm the both of you. You're trying to accuse the man of charity when he hasn't done anything out of it in his entire nature. Well, I'll give it back to your pig office, haven't I? Yeah, come on, Chester, let's find out. So, helping, Marshal, I didn't know. I didn't have a least-eyed desire. It wasn't your fault, Jason. Now, Chester, you sent somebody to find Doc. Yes, we did. The Dyson boy went second, Mr. Dyson. The node was a girl that just opened the safe and didn't let her have the money. I wouldn't have shot no girl. Not if I'd known. You couldn't have been expected and not just a girl. It's been bent over, faced, dressed like she was, pointing that gun just as rough today as any man I ever seen. Yeah. And you know, I always keep my gun stuck right between the safe and the desk, just facing something like this. So, I made like I was going to open the safe and... Are you sure, Marshal? Are you sure she'd keep this? Yeah, I'm pretty sure. The killing is good. I never done nothing so bad in my whole life. No help, Marshal. I didn't know. Look, anybody else would have done the same thing, how it couldn't be helped. You're done blaming yourself more than do it. Now, look, why don't you go outside a while and get some fresh air, huh? I reckon maybe I'd better. I reckon I'd just get outside a while. Hold this. You woke up pretty bad over there. Yeah, I guess most anybody would be. You're done, you poor young man. How she paid for it? There's no point leaving her there on a dirty floor. Let's lift her up on the counter. All right. Let me get her shoulder. You know, she wasn't fine. She has got a bruise on her head. I guess they're poor dead theater, all right. Poor little thing. All right. Let's lift her. Oh, what's that fellow on her jacket? Must be on there. Yeah, I know. On the frontier, even the roughest of Nestor families had to scratch awful hard to tear a living out of the dry, parked earth. Yet next week, a lone ranch woman has to kill the one person who might have helped her. Gun post. Produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshalls. The story was specially written for Gunspot by Les Buckfield with editorial supervision by John Messon. The music was composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Ben Wright, Sammy Hill, and Lauren Stumpkin. Harley Bear is caster, Howard McNeer is doc, and Georgia Ellis is kidding. We are proud to announce that Lex Corey won the annual Downbeat Magazine Award for the Best Original Scoring of a Regularly Scheduled Radio Series as musical director of CDS Radio's Gun Smoke. Join us again next week for another story on Gun Smoke. This is the CDS Radio Network.