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That's murderous, man. You know him? Yeah. Well, answer. Nothing. You don't need the whole bar. What did you say? I got as much right here as you. Matt, you got a knife. Wait a minute. Murdock, just like the last time, you want more of the same? It's a little different now, Murdock. So I see. You got a badge to hide behind. Put up the knife. That's better. This man's crazy, Marshal. I didn't do a thing to him. I didn't mean to jostle him. It's all right, son. It's over now. Go on about your business. Yes, sir, Marshal. Yes, sir. Yeah. What kind of a bone picker is that for the high planes? Times have changed, Murdock. Nothing but settlers and dudes, bone pickers and trackmen, cow ranglers and bluecoats. And lawmen. There's something you better understand, Murdock. When Dodge was full of you buffalo hunters, you could throw your weight around. Well, not anymore. I ain't changed, Dylan. Just stay out of trouble. I'll do as I want. He always did. What have you done in Dodge anyway? There haven't been any buffalo around here for years. Well, maybe I came to see you, Dylan. And I thought you probably figured me for dead. Oh, no. I hear about you and your badge. Maybe it's just as well for both of us. I'm wearing it. I don't fear no man. And least of all, you. All right. Just let me give you a little warning. If you're thinking of going south for buffalo into Indian territory, I wouldn't. I do a lot of things you wouldn't. This is orders from Washington. They don't want any more trouble with the Indians. The territory is closed to hunters. I got cavalry patrols along the line. I go where I aim to go. And I don't fear no cavalry. And I got orders to stop anyone. Have you now? You just remember what I said. Matt, he's dangerous. He's a crazy look in his eyes. You know, Kitty, when the buffalo herds were running, Dodge was 2,000 like him and not much else. Well, who is he? He's the one the Indians call Longarm. His name's Jason Murdock. Oh, I've heard of him. Yeah. Almost a legend on the frontier and on the plains maybe 30 or more years. The buffalo hunter, Indian scout, he lived with the Indians a long time. Matt, what's between you and Murdock? A grudge? That's the kind of a thing a man doesn't like to talk about. I remember, Kitty, when he takes a beating. You? I was just in from Missouri, pretty green. Murdock and some of his crud were in town on a spree. When they're fun threatened to include scalping, a hide freighter they didn't like, I stepped into it. Like I say, I was pretty green. They beat you, Matt? Left me for dead down by the river. You watch out for him. He's a troublemaker. Yeah, but right now I want to find out why he's here. Introducing one of the country's best known jazz musicians and arrangers, Mr. Bobby Hager. How about whistling along with him? Packs more pleasure. Packs more pleasure. Chesterfield packs more pleasure, because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. 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He was a young brave, and he was hunched over the fire, sharpening a long, curved skin and knife. You're a long way from home, aren't you? Where are you, Blackfoot? How do you know that? Ah, the scars on your wrists, the cut arms. Your people do that in mourning some close relative's death, don't they? Now, who are those for? Father, brother, mother? My name's Matt Dullin. I'm a U.S. Marshal. How are you called? What does Murdock call you? When he is not angry, engine. And when he is, dog eater. And he knows his Indian insults. What do your people call you? It means golden calf. Now, you're a breed, aren't you? I'm an Indian. Then what are you doing here so far from your tribe, skin and buffalo, for a man like Murdock? In the lodges at night, my people speak of the pale warrior with a long arm. Chase Murdock, huh? When he was with us, his medicine was good. The planes were dark with buffalo. They gave the Indian all he needed, food, clothes, beds, lodge skins. Now we do not have good medicine. The buffalo are gone. So you came looking for Murdock, for a long arm, to take him back? Yes, but he would not go, so I stay with him. And now you're going on a buffalo hunt with him into treaty territory, huh? He does not tell me where he goes. But I'll tell you, he's going to hunt among the few small herds that are left, given for the treaty to the Indian. I do not know that. Well, it's true. And if you do this, you're robbing your brothers of the little that's left to them. That's enough, Dylan. Ah, hello, Murdock. Stand up, dog eater. Don't hit him again, Murdock. I'll do as I please. You've got no right to come snooping Dylan, asking questions, trying to turn my skin against me. The way you treat him, you'll turn him against yourself. And he may not be so friendly once you tour alone down on the Indian missions. I don't fear no Indian, least of all him. I know him, lived with him plenty of years. So I heard. They thought you were good medicine, then, huh? Sure. I brought him the long arm, the first gun they ever seen. Gave him more meat than they ever seen, too. Sure, I was good medicine. I bet you've chained some. I am not so romantic as I was. I can take him or leave him alone. Besides, Indian's day is done. A man don't need to walk easy with him no more. I wouldn't be too sure of that. With this, I can be sure. Well, you still should have begged Fefte, huh? Yeah. And I can load in fire as fast as another man with one of them new repeaters. And I can drop a buffalo near a mile. Or a man. He killed an Indian once at 1,200 yards, like to took off his head. You enjoy killing, don't you, Murdoch? Oh, I don't mind it. You know, 30 years on the plains have done something to you. Something crazy. Maybe you were a pioneer once opening up the west, a loner doing what you had to do, making your own law. But your day is finished, Murdoch. You have to abide by the law now. Are you through, Dylan? I see by your outfit you're going light and fast. That must mean south. Well, I'm warning you, don't try it. I'll go where I aim to go. No cavalry will stop me. And I just hope you try. All right, if that's the way you want it. You cross that line and I'll come after you. Say, where are you listening to gun smoke? In your car? Getting ready for dinner? Oh, I see. Just relaxing in your favorite easy chair. I'd say you're in a good spot right now to really enjoy Chesterfield's better taste and mildness. You see, Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed. A more perfectly packed cigarette gives you an open, easy draw that unlocks all the better taste and mildness of fine tobaccos. And Chesterfield, made by exclusive accu-ray, is more perfectly packed with an even distribution of tobacco from one end of your Chesterfield to the other. Firm and pleasing to the lips, mild yet deeply satisfying. Remember, to the touch, to the taste. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. By Chesterfield, mild, yet they satisfy the most. I could have sent word to the Colonel out at Fort Dodge and let the cavalry handle Murdock, but this was something personal. It was a job I wanted to do myself. I couldn't touch Murdock until he crossed the line into the Indian nations, so the next morning I just watched him drive out of town. I gave him a couple of hours, and then Chester and I started on his trail went straight south, across the Arkansas, into the nations. I know, Mr. Dillon, it seems almost too easy. His wagon tracks and the snow going straight to the board, as far as you can see over the next drive. Yeah, I know, Chester, but we'd better keep our eyes open. He's getting close to him now. Well, I guess there's nothing to worry about as long as we can see his tracks up ahead. Maybe not. We'll come up on that rise easy. Just might be waiting for us on the other side. I don't know. The way he ain't bothered to cover his trail seems like he can't expect us to follow him. Maybe he didn't leave you. Don't count on it. I swear this ain't the time of year for traveling, is it? Good time for Buffalo hunting, though. Good time. And if I was... Chester, you hit? No, sir, he didn't get me. He got my horse, but I'm pinned down. All right, I'll get you out. All right, just stay flat behind the horse. Now, you pull your leg out when I lift up on the saddle, huh? That's right, Will. Now, stay low. Mr. Dillon, where'd that shot come from? Well, I'm not sure. I'm over in that rim of rock there. How's your leg? It ain't broke, I don't think. But it hurt some, all right. I'm afraid I ain't gonna be much used to you, Mr. Dillon. Don't worry about it, Chester. What are we gonna do? We can't just lay here in the snow, we'll freeze. That's probably what Murdoch's thinking. He shore-planned it and got us pinned out here in the open. No cover anywhere near. Mr. Dillon, my rifle's under the horse. Maybe we could... We can't do any good, anyway, Chester. It's too far. Only his buffalo gun has this range. Yes, sir. Now, he shot your horse, Mr. Dillon. There was no need for that. Yeah. He's showing us how great a hunter he is, Chester. What are we gonna do without horses? We'll worry about that later. Right now, there's one thing we can do. Get up to those rocks and rush him. But how? Well, his big 50 is a single shot. He's got a reload between shots. You're doing it mighty fast. Yeah, but quietly he is. I could be moving. Mr. Dillon, you wouldn't ever make it while that's 500 yards or more. Now, you got any other ideas, Chester? No, sir, I ain't bowing that during this leg. It's all right, Chester. This isn't your fight, anyway. Now, I think I'll draw a shot and see just how fast he can reload. No, no. One, two, three, four, five. Now we know. Five seconds. That ain't very long. That'll have to be long enough. No, Chester. Yes, sir. Good luck, Mr. Dillon. Yeah. Same to you, Chester. Hey, murder! One, two, three. Like hunting buffalo, is it Murdock? Lay there half covered with the snow, no one Murdock might easily be holding me in the sights of his rifle. But I also knew I couldn't lie there much longer. I'd freeze before darkness could give me the cover I needed. Then I saw movement among the rocks. It was golden calf. He walked to the rim and started down toward me. The body of Jace Murdock, lifeless in his arms. I got up and went to meet him. And as I approached, golden calf stopped, and after a moment he placed the body gently on the ground. Why did you do it, golden calf? I knew now you spoke the truth. His medicine was not good. Not anymore. Is that the only reason you killed him? Here? Now? All right, thanks anyway. I'm going to have to take you back. But nobody will convict you for saving the life of the U.S. Marshal. I were going to have to bury him. Yes. Here, wait a minute. Let me see your wrist. That's a new gash. Was Murdock a relative of yours? He was my father. I am golden calf, the son of long known. All right, golden calf. Let's get started. In a moment, our star, William Conrad. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. Chesterfield made by Exclusive Accuray packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed unlocks all the pleasure of fine tobaccos. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. Firm and pleasing to the lips. Chesterfield. Mild. Yet they satisfy the most. You know, the arrival of the Texas herd and dodge usually meant celebrating and the general hurrahing of the town. But next week, a herd arrives with a murdered man. Man, that was the West. Good night. Gun smoke. Produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. Special music for gun smoke was composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. 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