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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Been a long time since we been up this early

in the morning, Mr. Dillon.

What about Sunday?

Well, that's somewhat different, you know.

Sunday morning is just the tag end of Saturday night.

Well, maybe for some high-livers like you.

Oh, well that ain't true at all.

I live mostly like an old wet chicken.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

That's the way you're going to be living the next few days.

Well, that's what I've been thinking about

ever since we saddled up this morning.

We's really gonna ride all the way to Tasgosa?

Well, Chester, we gotta do it sometime.

Might as well get it over with.

I guess so.

Mr. Dillon, looky there.

Ah.

Rider looks like he's hurt or sick, one of the two.

It's an Indian girl.

She's been shot!

Take it easy now.

Let's get her down on the ground.

It's Sochi.

Who?

Sochi.

Don't you remember that little Pawnee girl

that was around a year or so ago, a friend of Kitty's?

We're gonna have to forget about Tasgosa now.

Yeah. Look, get her some water, will ya, Chester?

Yes, sir.

Hey, Chester, get that blanket roll off of my saddle, will ya?

She's gonna have to ride double with me.

Yes, sir.

What do you think, Doc?

Well, that bullet in her's gotta come out.

Why don't you take it out?

Can't do it yet. She's too weak. She's lost too much blood.

Ah.

You think I can talk to her?

Golly, Matt, that's not a very good idea.

Doc, I've got to. How else am I gonna find out who did this?

Yeah, well... go ahead and try.

Sochi.

Sochi.

It's Marshal Dillon.

Now, Sochi, you're safe.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Sochi, can you tell me who did this to you?

A white man.

Where'd it happen?

He...

Sochi.

Sochi.

How is she, Doc?

She's not very good.

Poor little Sochi.

Who did this, Matt?

Some white man.

Yeah, but who?

That's all I know, Kitty.

She's too weak. She can't talk, Kitty.

Well, aren't you doing anything?

Well, yes, I'm trying to keep her alive.

Hanging's too good for whoever did this.

Yeah, but it'll do for the start.

Let me know if there's any change, will ya, Doc?

Yeah.

- Mr. Dillon. - Hmm.

You let your coffee get cold.

Thanks, Chester.

Kinda... Kinda bad, ain't it?

Just sittin' around and doing nothin'.

That Indian girl shot up like that.

You know, I was just thinkin' maybe we ought

to ride out there on the prairie somewheres.

I mean, you know, maybe we could find something.

Where would you start? North, east, west?

Well, I...

just think that we ought to be doin' somethin'.

We're doin' somethin', all right.

We're drinking the worst coffee I've tasted for a long time.

Doc ain't said a word yet. It's been three hours.

Maybe we ought to just go back up there.

Yeah. Yeah, we might as well, I guess. Come on.

Sochi.

Sochi.

She's unconscious again.

Can't you get that bullet out of her?

Oh, no, no. Not yet, Kitty.

She's still too weak. She couldn't stand it.

But you know, she tried. She gave us some information.

I'm gonna go tell Matt.

Yeah, and hurry back, will ya?

Yeah.

Oh, I was just coming for you.

She conscious?

She was. She talked a little.

50 miles on horseback.

- Where from, Doc? - Choctaw Basin.

Choctaw Basin.

Uh-huh. The rest of it's not too clear.

As far as I can make out,

she and her husband had a camp up there.

This white man rode in. They fed him.

And he shot her husband.

So she ran for her horse. He shot her.

She managed to get away.

Choctaw Basin.

Well, there's nobody up there this time of year

but a few Indian families.

Chester, I want you to go over and send a telegram

to the commanding officer of Fort Cougar Pass.

Find out if there have been any white men

going into the basin since the thaws.

Fort Cougar Pass.

- Yeah. - Right now.

She's so darn pretty.

Yeah.

It's probably what caused the whole thing.

You find that man, Matt.

Did she describe him at all, Kitty?

I told you everything she said.

You know how all white men look alike to Indians.

But you bring him in here and she'll know him.

Yeah.

I'll stop by before we leave.

So long, Doc.

Yeah, Matt.

You know, it ought to be easy, Mr. Dillon.

The commander said only three men come into this basin lately,

and ain't none of them rode out yet.

Yeah.

It's gotta be one of them three, don't it?

Well, it shouldn't be too hard to find out, Chester.

The basin isn't that big.

Well, how are you gonna know which one to arrest?

Well, there's one way.

Round all three of 'em up and take 'em back to Dodge.

Looky there, Mr. Dillon.

Hey!

Sure ain't no Indian.

Whew.

Howdy.

Howdy.

You a U.S. marshal?

That's right.

You always travel around like this without a horse?

Uh, not unless I have to.

Well, I can't say as I blame you none, store-bought clothes on that fit.

Well, Marshal, I'm glad I ran into you.

Is that so?

Yeah, I... I wandered away from camp this morning...

Just looking around...

And I got lost somehow.

Camp?

Yeah. It's around here somewhere.

Couple of fellas there, waitin' for me, I hope.

Well, why don't you swing on up behind Chester here?

We'll see if we can help you find it.

Thanks, Marshal.

Just go kinda easy there.

This old horse don't take too kindly to a whole crowd on his back.

You suppose that tenderfoot got hisself lost?

Well, if he did, he can starve to death because I ain't goin' lookin' for him.

I've been in this basin long enough. Let's get out of here.

Let's saddle and ride.

Gotta do somethin'.

Hey, Pegger... company.

Hey, men.

Found a U.S. marshal.

My name's Dillon. I'm the marshal over in Dodge City.

How are you called?

Pegger.

Pegger?

Had me a decent Christian name once, Marshal,

but it kinda got lost out on the trail.

Now it's just plain Pegger.

You're a trapper, huh?

By golly, that's right.

Sent my winter's catch in about three weeks ago.

Now, I'm a-followin'.

You out this way on business, Marshal?

And you?

My name's Steed, Clem Steed.

I come in here lookin' for stray horses.

Did you find any?

You ain't answered my question yet.

Easy, Steed, easy.

The marshal ran into us just like we ran into each other.

How long you men been travelin' together here?

Since yesterday.

Oh, he and Steed are traveling together.

I bumped into them about dusk.

Seems like we was all going the same way,

so we just strung along together. Anything wrong with that?

Nope.

You didn't say what you were doing out here.

Oh, he got lost. Just like today.

I guess he's always gettin' lost

He's right, Marshal.

I'm not much of a hand out here.

I was trying to get to Dodge City.

Got tired of St. Louis.

Believe me, next time I'll save enough money for a stage.

You still ain't answered my question, Marshal.

I'm looking for a murderer.

One of you men killed an Indian day before yesterday.

And you shot his wife while she was trying to escape.

You mean you figure one of us did it?

Something like that.

And the squaw can identify the guilty party.

How come you didn't take our guns before you told us that?

Well, I don't think any of you is stupid enough

to try and shoot a United States marshal

in front of three witnesses.

He's right.

Yes, I guess he is.

Well, supposin' none of us done it.

Well, I don't know about that.

Take me, I'm not particularly fond of Indians.

All a bunch of thieves.

Them horses I'm lookin' for was probably stole by Indians.

Now, what's the difference one more or less gets killed?

Is that the way you men feel about it?

Well, I ain't seen an Indian for two weeks.

Neither have I.

I've never seen one...

Outside of captivity that is.

You're all gonna see one soon enough, in Dodge.

Well, now supposin' we was to object to that, Marshal.

Well, then get started.

Well, I was just supposin'.

I'm headin' for Dodge anyway.

Dillon: Steed?

Yeah.

You're dealin', Marshal.

Besides, I think I need a guide, don't you?

If I ever expect to get to Dodge City, that is.

All right. Get saddled.

We got a long ways to ride.

Gonna be a dark night.

Moon's just quartering out.

Good thing we made camp when we did.

How's that coffee coming, Chester?

I think it's boiled just about enough.

I'll leave it on a couple more minutes just to make sure.

Coffee's no good if it ain't strong.

By golly, that must be good.

Smells like a bunch of old grounds.

Now looky here, Pegger, I make the best cup of coffee in Dodge, bar none.

Huh. It's too bad we're not in Dodge.

Funny thing about food on the trail...

It always seems to taste a little better.

Now, take these beans and bacon you cooked.

What's the matter with them?

Well, if I was to be served slop like this in town,

I'd pitch 'em on the floor.

But eatin' 'em here by the fire, they don't taste only half bad.

Well, you don't have to eat it at all, here or anywheres else.

I said it only tastes half bad.

I can think of things that ain't fit to eat at all.

Like Indian grub, for example.

Only a dog would eat stuff they do.

Well, he didn't eat any of their food, you know.

He just asked them for some to throw 'em off guard.

I told you, Marshal, I ain't even seen an Indian.

Well, I was saying

food is one of life's biggest blessings.

Good food and strong drink...

A man can't ask for more than that.

Now, a riverboat's where you find the best food.

I sure ate well those years.

I ran a faro bank on the Delta Queen.

Queen Memphis, New Orleans.

Mr. Dillon, did you notice

them coyotes shut up just all at once there?

Probably some animal prowling around

in the brush there, Chester.

Or one or two animals cause coyotes to shut up like that.

What the devil was that?

Cougar. That's what it is. A dang cougar.

I'll fix that.

Put your gun away, Foss.

You're just wasting the ammunition Sure.

What you need for cougar is a rifle.

Put the gun down.

I didn't mean nothing.

I said put it down.

Sure, Marshal.

I stumbled, that's all.

I didn't mean to shoot that way.

Pretty careless with a gun, aren't ya?

Oh, it was an accident. I swear it!

From now on, nobody's gonna do any shootin' around here at all...

Of any kind.

And that goes for everybody.

I just wanted to shut him up, Marshal.

I hate cougars. Always kill 'em on site.

Feel the same way about Indians, do ya?

Maybe. Sayin' I'm a murderer?

One of ya is.

Ain't me.

We'll find out when we get to Dodge.

Come on, you.

Let the wind out.

You ain't foolin' me a bit!

Chester, why don't you just get rid of that horse?

Get rid of him? What for?

Well, it's a half hour's job every time you try to get a saddle on him.

Yeah, but when you get it on, he's a real good mount, Mr. Dillon.

Just as steady as a rockin' chair.

Come on now, then, you poor, beat bag of bones!

You men ready to move out?

Any time you are.

Let's get to town, get it over with.

What you gettin' so spooky about, Steed?

What makes you think I'm spooky, Foss?

Ha ha ha! Forget it. I was only joking.

You can be mighty funny.

Easy now, gents.

Not that I'd know anything about it myself.

The only thing I'm sure of is my own conscience.

It's as clean as a newborn babe's.

You're gettin' kind of jumpy too, aren't ya?

I'll jump right down your throat in a minute, Foss.

Hold that horse, can't you?

If he savages me again...

Got him trained that way, Foss. He always goes for card sharps.

You wouldn't like a bullet in your belly, would you, Mister?

Yeah, any time you're ready, tin horn.

Dillon: Hold it!

It's all right, Marshal.

Steed's gettin' a little mouthy, that's all.

We'll see about that when the marshal ain't around.

Any time.

How long before we get to Dodge, Marshal?

About three hours' ride if we ever get started.

Come on.

Hey! He's got the bit in his teeth, and I couldn't hold him!

Yeah.

Thanks, Marshal. I never could've stopped him.

Yeah. Until you got where?

You think I was trying to run away?

Weren't you?

Didn't you see it, Marshal?

Steed did it on purpose.

He turned his horse into mine, and he took a nip out of him.

He really has that horse trained.

Well, I guess it doesn't matter.

I guess I'm more used to stage coaches than saddles.

You stayed on him pretty good.

I swear, Marshal, I wasn't trying to run away.

Yeah.

Looks like he was trying to get away, huh?

Are you sure you know where you're going?

There's cold beer waitin' for me in Dodge.

We'll get there.

If I was alone, I'd hightail me right over that ridge there

and save maybe an hour.

Well, you ain't alone.

We're only a half hour into Dodge the way we're going anyway.

Well, I guess you men know what that is.

That's the famous Boot Hill.

What did you think it was, you fool?

Guess you put a lot of men there yourself, ain't you, Marshal?

A few.

A few.

Never mind about that, Steed.

We're only 20 minutes from Dodge.

There's an Indian girl waiting to take a look at you.

Now, why just for me?

All right, all three of you, then.

She's gonna plant one of you up here.

All on account of some savage.

You wouldn't see a white man hang for a thing like that, would you?

Law says you can't murder people, Steed.

Indians is people, huh?

- That's right. - How 'bout that?

There might be some people that disagree with you, Marshal.

All right, drop the gun!

Are you gonna drop that knife, or am I gonna blow your head off?

Get up on your feet.

- Chester. - Yeah.

- Bring me a rope. - Yes, sir.

So it was you, huh?

Sure it was me.

You admit you killed the man and shot the woman?

I wouldn't have hurt that poor pretty little Indian filly if she hadn't run.

She was the prettiest I ever saw.

I guess she lost her head when she saw me kill her husband.

Pegger, hanging's too good for a man like you.

All right, Chester, get the rope on him.

Yes, sir.

Get him up on his horse.

And if he tries anything, pull him off of it.

Come on, Pegger.

Marshal, it seems to me you could have saved yourself a lot of trouble

by taking our guns when we first met.

The only chance I had of hoping somebody would give himself away.

Mighty long chance.

The only way I had left of tagging the killer.

What do you mean?

The Indian girl could have told ya.

Nope. The Indian girl died a few minutes before Chester and I left Dodge.

Let's go.