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It was kind of pretty too, and we were in no hurry, so every few hours we stopped and got down into the shade of some little hill and had ourselves a smoker too. I don't understand it, Mr. Dillon. I understand what, Chester? Well, sir, if the Santa Fe Railroad had to start a town like Dodge at all, why didn't they do it down here? This country ain't at all borsam. I agree with you, Chester. Well, there's one thing, though. This is a better outlaw country. A man can keep out of sight and mighty easy among these hills. Oh, that reminds me. What? It's all kind of an animal. I saw some antelope tracks headed toward the other side of this hill. I just might sneak up there and have a look. Well, you sure do with some fresh meat? Yeah. What rifle did you bring, Mr. Dillon? Springfield 45. 10,000 yards. Providing I hid it. If you can't just give me a yell, I'll come help you. Good hunting. Not an antelope in sight. But he was shooting at me, Chester. What? He hit you? Can you see him? If I cut out, I had a bullet in him. You didn't see him at all? I saw the smoke from his rifle. Maybe you hit him? If I didn't, it came off all close. Can I take a look now? You better stay where you are. What was he shooting at you for, Mr. Dillon? I'll ask him when we get close enough, Chester. We'll skirt that hill to our left there and come up on his flank. I don't like getting bushwhacked. Well, that's where he was, Chester, behind that clump of beard grass there. Well, he sure ain't there now. Yeah, I guess I didn't hit him after all. I don't see no sign of blood. No, but we can track him anyway. You ride to one side and I'll follow his trail. All right, sir. I'll out if you see anything at all, Chester. Yes, sir, I sure will. Here's where he had his horse. Now, by having those are mule tracks. Hey, look, beyond them trees there, Mr. Dillon. There's a little stream over there. Yeah, that's big enough to hide his tracks. All he has to do is ride down the middle of it. Well, you can follow along one bank and I'll take the other. He's got to come out of the water someplace. How are we going to tell if he's headed upstream or down? All right, I never thought of that. Now, here's where he went out of the water, Chester. I'll go over and see if he rode straight across. All right, Mr. Dillon. What? Come on down here. Yeah, what is it? Well, look at them tracks, Mr. Dillon. He come out of the water right here. Now, what was he doing riding downstream a hundred yards? All that did was slow him up. Oh, he's crazy. Anybody riding a mule must be crazy. Well, he can't be too far ahead of us, Chester. Let's get him. This is it. It stands out from all the rest. Miracle tip, much more flavor. Ellen M's got everything. It's the best. Ellen M is best. Stands out from all the rest. Ellen M's got everything. Everything? Everything. Best flavor? Ellen M stands out for flavor. The miracle tip draws easy. Let you enjoy all the taste. Best filter? 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Well, we better go on foot from here, Chester. Probably inside, waiting for us. Well, he hasn't shot at us yet. That's chancet, huh? Walk right up there. Okay. Well, I'm back beyond that wagon, Mr. Dillon. Yeah. Well, here's his mule, just stuck his head up. Well, there must be somebody home. I hope they don't come out shooting. How do you do, ma'am? What do you want? We're looking for your husband. Is he home? We don't know who people are out here, mister. My name's Dillon, and, uh, it's Chester Proudfoot. I do, ma'am. Never heard of you. Who are the strangers here? This ain't a good place to be, mister. You better keep riding. We, uh... We gotta talk to your husband first, ma'am. Who do you John ways, Liza? Well, there's a couple of strangers standing here, Mr. Peavy. We got nothing for strangers. They want to talk to you. Get them away from the door. I'll come outside and talk to them. Mr. Peavy said to get away from the door. All right, ma'am. He's coming out now. You stay here, Liza, and keep Paul out of the way, too. You may want to see what's going on. Go back to your room, Paul. You carry that rifle like a Blue Ridge Mountain, ma'am, Mr. Dillon? Yeah. My wife says you want to talk to me. What about? Your name's Peavy? Albin Peavy? I'm not Dillon, Peavy. They don't mean nothing to me. I'm a lawman, U.S. Marshal. They don't mean nothing to me, neither. We tracked you here, Peavy, you and your mule. Cracked me? What for? Because I don't like getting shot at. I don't know what you're talking about, Marshal, but I ain't proud to have you standing here in front of my cabin and putting blame on me. I said we tracked you here. What difference does that make? I didn't do no shooting, and you can't prove I did. If I was you, I'd clear out and leave people to their own business. You try to kill a man, and then you get mad when he complains about it, huh? Why should I try to kill you? It don't make sense to kill a man you don't even know. I never shot at a man without causing my life, and that's the truth. Anything else you want to tell me? No, except to leave me alone. All right. Come on, Justin. Mr. Dillon, you can't let him get... Come on, I said. He's gonna ride off and let him get by with this, Mr. Dillon. We're gonna ride off, Chester, but we'll be back in the morning. We'll be back every day for a week if we have to. Well, it's empty, Mr. Dillon, and his wagon's gone, too. Maybe Ms. Phoebe's inside. Let's tie our horses here, Chester. Why, sir? She might even give us some coffee. You know, these Phoebe's ain't exactly the most hospitable folks I ever come across. Well, maybe they'll improve when they get used to us. More likely they'll shoot us first. Wait a minute, Chester. Come on. Over there, coming around that hill. Ms. Phoebe's wagon. Who's that driving them mules? That's a woman. Probably Ms. Phoebe. Where do you suppose they've been? I'll shoot them strangers, probably. They'd be better off if they spent their time fixing this place up some. It's going plum to ruin. Phoebe's got other things on his mind, Chester. Yeah, he sure has. He acts like a man riding shotgun, doesn't he? I'm fancy letting his woman do all the work. Whoa! They'll steam. Morning, Phoebe. Ma'am. I thought I told you to leave us alone. You did? Then what are you doing back there? I thought you might be a little more friendly than you were yesterday. I guess I was wrong. I ain't got time to be friendly. No? Marshal, I'll tell you straight out so you won't get any wrong ideas. There's a man in that wagon. What? He's dead. Shot dead. And we're going to bury him now. Who is he? His name don't matter. But I didn't shoot him. You can go look if you want. He's been dead most of the day now. What are you doing with him? I found him laying out there. So as I got the wagon and brought him in, I'm going to bury him. You're going to a lot of trouble, Phoebe. Why? I found a man laying dead on the ground. I ain't going to ride off and leave him there. Where did you find him? Out that way a few miles. What difference it make? None, maybe. Do you want some help? We don't need no help, Marshal. All right, we'll leave you to your work. Let's get our horses tested. We rode off in the opposite direction the Peeleys had come. Made a circle and picked up their wagon tracks about a half a mile from the cabin. It was an easy trail to follow. And an hour later we found the spot where they picked up the body. It proved what I'd suspected all along. So we turned around and rode back toward the Peeley cabin. We were about a mile from it when we saw an old man and a woman ahead of us. Both armed and both riding mules. They've seen this, Mr. Dillon. They're stopping. Good. They don't look none too friendly, neither do they. Nobody does around here. US Marshal from Dodge. Name's Dillon. Looking for somebody? Maybe. What's your name? Cade. Jack Cade. And here's my wife, Ellen. You need us, you're looking for. You live around here, Cade? A few miles from here. Alban Peeley, a friend of yours? Not hardly. Shut up, Ellen. Now, if you're not friends, what are you doing here, Cade? Man can ride where he pleases. Sure, but when a man and his wife start out carrying rifles and are headed for Alban Peeley's place, it might be different. You keep out of this, Marshal. Us Cades don't need no lonely. Who is it, Cade? Your son? What's he know about Ben? I told you to shut up, Ellen. I'll do the talking. Ben, huh? Is that it, Cade? Did Peeley kill your son, Ben? All right, you're so smart, I'll tell you. A man like Peeley don't deserve to live. He killed Ben and he stole him. Run off with his body. Man can't get lower than that. How do you know he killed him? I found Ben last night, that's how. Last night? I couldn't handle him alone, so I went home after Ellen. Then he got dark and we had to wait there till morning. And he was gone, but then... I knew it was Alban Peeley stole him and he killed him too. He's gonna die for it. We're gonna face him straight on and get it over with fast. Ellen's as good a shot as I am, Marshal. Look, Cade, if Peeley killed your son, I don't blame you for being mad, but he must have had some reason for killing him. It ain't none of your bother, Marshal. I keep telling you. All right, I'll have to make it, my brother. Don't move, Cade, you're covered. Miss Cade, you hold that rifle down or I'll have to shoot your husband. That is sneaky, ain't ya? Get a rifle, Chester. I'll take yours, Cade. Go ahead. We've got another rifle. A home? And I'll get it, too. You're not going home, Cade. What do you mean? I'm gonna go see the PVs first. Like you say, we're gonna get this thing over with. I've got L&M. I've got L&M. I've got L&M. And L&M's got everything. Best filter. No filter compares with L&M's pure, white, miracle tip for quality or effectiveness. Best flavor. 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I gotta get my rifle. They're not armed. We took their rifles. He's right, Mr. PV. They ain't armed. I'll kill him with my bare hands. You move, and I'll bend my gun barrel over your head, PV. Look at that, Marshall. He's burying him. PV's burying my boy. Is that who it is, PV? Is it Ben Cade? Well, tell me. Well, what's the difference now? It's Ben Cade. Why didn't you leave him? Why did you bring him here? There's another grave here, Marshall. You can't see it. I fixed it so nobody can see it. What? Two months ago, Ben Cade shot my son. Before he died, I promised I'd someday bury Ben nearby, and that's what I'm doing. It's your boy's own fault he got shot. If he had been hounding, Ben, it wouldn't have happened. So that's what this feud's all about, huh? It ain't over yet, Marshall. PV's gonna die for killing Ben. Now, wait a minute, Cade. PV, I want to ask you something. Well? Is Ben Cade for killing your son? Is that right? That's right. And now he's dead, you're satisfied? That's all I want. You don't matter who killed him. And you, Cade, you're after PV because he shot your boy. I'll kill him for it if it takes ten years. Well, you're wasting your time. The feud's over, gentlemen. What? I killed Ben Cade. What are you talking about? He hit me from ambush. He thought I was PV stalking him. So I fired back, and I must have hit him. But he didn't die until he got across that stream where you found his body. We tracked him as far as the bank, and then I got smart and picked up a trail that came out down below. I thought it was Ben's. But of course it was PV's. Yeah, true. PV, you didn't shoot him? I never claimed to did. You can't blame the marshal, Cade. No. He had to defend himself. But I ain't blaming him. I'm sorry it happened, Cade. But now maybe both of you men are ready to agree that there's been enough killing around here. What do you say, PV? He's been enough for me. I'm satisfied. What about you, Cade? What do you think? It ought to stop now. We lost our boys. I'm thinking maybe it's right that they should be buried here like that to kind of remind us. Cade? Yeah, PV? You leave Ben here. I guess you ought to come by once in a while. Well, I'd want to do that. Do you see my son's grave? I'll take good care of him. Both of them. Marshal? Yeah. Maybe if my woman boils up some coffee, all you people sit down with us. Well, thank you, PV. I think everybody would like that. And now our star, William Conrad. Thank you, George. Good and plenty quick on the draw. That's L&M for you. And the pure white miracle tip on the business end of every L&M filters out everything but the taste of the world's finest tobaccos. All you have to do is pick up a carton of L&Ms and you'll see what I mean. L&M stands out from all the rest. Our story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John Meston with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Ray Kemper. 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