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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

♪♪

Hello.

Howdy.

You come for breakfast?

No, had mine, thanks.

Just as well.

There ain't hardly enough here for one man alone.

Well, you're not far from Dodge.

You can get more supplies there.

I aim to.

Say, you're wearing a badge.

United States Marshal.

My goodness, ain't that exciting?

What do you do, peddle this stuff

around the countryside, huh?

My name's Tom Wiggins.

I come all the way from Ohio.

But I ain't sold much.

Not in Kansas, leastways.

Well, folks out here aren't as rich

as they are back east, I guess.

It don't take a rich man to buy a pot or two,

or a couple of yards of cloth.

No, but it still takes a dollar.

Pretty bad drought around here last season.

People aren't over it yet.

I heard about that.

Say, you ain't out after a bad man, are you?

Well, I was.

What happened?

I found him.

Well, where is he?

I buried him this morning.

Oh...

Oh, my goodness.

Well, I'll see you back in Dodge.

So long.

Nice knowing you, Marshal.

Bart?

Bart!

You can feed now.

You talk like I was some kind of an animal.

Do I?

Maybe I ought to fetch you one.

You try it and I'll blind you.

You sure are some lady, ain't you?

That's something you would know nothing about, Bart.

Bring my coffee.

Now what's the matter?

You disgust me.

Yeah, you disgust me, too.

Why don't you comb your hair and put on some decent clothes?

You look like a pig.

Which is just what you deserve.

You didn't waste much time cooking this, did you?

I started wasting time

the minute I got up this morning.

What's that mean?

It means life with you is a waste of time.

Want me to put it on paper?

Why don't you just shut up?

Don't make no difference one way or the other.

Say, what day's today?

Saturday.

Good.

I'll be going into town tonight.

You and Murph Moody, I suppose.

What's wrong with Murph?

Have a good time.

You bet we will.

And lay off Murph...

He's a good man.

I don't care whether he's good or bad.

You don't care about nothing, do you?

Nothing you'd know anything about.

Always talking smart.

Where you riding this morning?

Out to the east spring.

I won't be back till dinner.

Try and have it ready by noon, will you?

I'll try, Bart.

I'll try real hard.

Hey, Bart!

I seen it was you, Murph.

Yeah. Where you headed?

Oh, out to the east spring.

Want to ride along?

Oh, no. I got a lot of work to do at my place,

if we're going to town tonight.

You bet we're going.

I wouldn't miss Saturday nights for nothing.

It's about the only pleasure I get anymore.

Your old lady still rattling at you, is she?

Oh, she don't never let up.

I'm gonna cut her tongue out someday, I swear.

It should happen to all women.

Especially her.

Ah, forget her, Bart.

A couple of drinks tonight,

you'll forget you ever knew her.

I'm counting the minutes.

Where we gonna meet?

How about in front of the Long Branch?

Say... 8:00?

- I'll be there. - I'll see you.

- So long. - So long.

- Come on, boy. - Go.

Good morning, Clara.

Come on in.

I thought you'd never get here.

Well, I had to wait for Bart.

Murph...

Got some coffee for you.

Oh, I don't want any coffee.

Well, you're gonna have some anyway.

You know, you look awful pretty this morning, Clara.

That's not what Bart said.

Bart don't see too good.

That's the sad truth...

sad for Bart, anyway.

I wonder what he'd do

if he knew what his best friend was up to?

Well, I reckon there'd be a little dust raised around here.

He's bound to find out someday.

Well, let's just put it off as long as possible, huh?

But, Murph, why let him catch us?

If you was really serious about me,

you wouldn't say "let's put it off."

Well, what do you want me to do?

Kill him.

Kill him?

Just like that, hmm?

You're gonna have to sooner or later.

You know, for a pretty woman, you're mighty bloodthirsty.

No.

I'm practical.

That is, if you mean what you've been telling me.

Oh, honey, you know I do.

Then prove it.

Clara, you ain't been leading me on

just to get somebody to kill Bart for you, have you?

How can you talk like that, Murph?

I'm sorry, I was only teasing.

Well, stop teasing, I don't like it.

Come here.

- Now, Murph... - Come here.

No, Murph.

I got a little surprise for you.

Whiskey at this time of the morning?

Well, it's Saturday.

I really feel like a sinner now.

Oh, that's the spirit.

Who is that?

I don't know.

Whoa.

It's some stranger with a wagon.

He's coming up to the door.

We can't have him see me here.

Well, I won't let him in.

Oh. Hello.

What do you want?

I was just about to knock,

and then you opened the door.

Well, I asked, what do you want?

My name is Wiggins, ma'am, Tom Wiggins.

Well, is it water for your horse,

or are you lost or something?

No, ma'am, I ain't lost.

I'm on my way to Dodge

and I seen your house and I said to myself,

I'll bet the lady in that house

would appreciate my coming by.

- I'm very busy, Mr. Wiggins. - Oh, wait.

It won't take but a minute.

Look, ma'am, I come to help you.

I bet I got a dozen things you'd be glad to have.

Real cheap, too.

And you can come take a look if you like.

No, I don't need anything.

Oh, every woman needs something.

Just let me take a look around your kitchen.

I can tell you in a minute what you need.

No, I don't need anything. I told you.

- But if you'll only... - Look, mister.

My husband's out at the barn

and he don't like strangers around here.

Now, do you want me to holler for him,

or do you want to leave without getting hurt?

No, don't holler.

Me and husbands never did get along good.

I'll go.

Well, that was smart, Clara.

You done that real good.

That's the first peddler I've seen around here

since I can remember.

Better make sure that he's really going.

He's on his way.

Ah. Good.

And I'd better be on mine, too.

Why, I forgot about the time.

Bart'll be home for dinner soon.

Well, now, you give him a good one.

He's had a hard ride, you know, he's apt to be hungry.

You kill me, Murph.

When'll I see you again?

In a few days.

I got some work to do at my place, you know.

I'll be waiting, Murph.

Whoa.

Hello.

You some kind of peddler or something?

Yes, sir.

Need anything?

No.

I got all sorts of handy items here.

Would you like to take a look?

I don't reckon I do.

Won't cost you a thing.

Don't have to buy anything if you don't want to.

You been by my place?

Back there a mile or so?

That's right.

Your place, you say?

Yeah, my place.

She didn't buy nothing, did she?

No, she said you was in the barn.

How could I be in the barn

if I'm clear out here on the prairie?

I don't know.

Then don't talk like an idiot.

Keep away from my place.

We don't want no peddlers, never.

Now, you hear me good?

Yes, sir.

Hyah.

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Clara.

Clara, you in there?

I'll be out in a minute.

Do you have to yell all the time?

Your dinner's ready.

Sit down and I'll dish it up.

Since when did you take to drinking whiskey?

What are you talking about?

Are you gonna tell me this is perfume?

Oh, that.

Yeah, that.

Well, I felt a little cold coming on.

Now, what's wrong with a nip?

Don't lie to me, Clara.

Well, it's the truth.

Th-There's no law that says a grown woman can't have

a medicinal drink now and then, is there?

Now, don't fool with me.

You never have no whiskey in here.

Now, I want the truth, Clara.

Who brought that bottle?

Now, you tell me some neighbor woman

and I'm gonna slap your head off.

Well, all right, but let me go.

Now, start talking.

Well...

It-it was a man.

It-it was a peddler with a wagon.

H-He...

he forced his way in here and threatened me

unless I took a drink with him.

So I did.

Till I got a hold of that carving knife and drove him out.

The peddler?

Did you see him?

Well, why didn't you tell me that right out?

Well, I...

I thought you'd be angry.

Stupid woman.

That still don't mean that anybody can come

in here like that.

You going after him?

He don't travel fast.

I'll have dinner first.

I knowed right off there was something

I didn't like about him.

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Whoa.

You move faster than I figured.

You almost got to Dodge.

You mean, you've been following me?

I've been following you, all right.

You changed your mind about buying some things, huh?

What's your name, mister?

Wiggins.

Tom Wiggins.

You don't look like such a ladies' man to me.

Ladies' man?

My goodness, no.

A little pip-squeak like you... It's hard to believe.

You carry a gun, Wiggins?

No, I wouldn't know how to use one.

I can believe that.

Uh, you, uh, want to take a look at some things?

I've got a lot more inside.

Like what?

Little bottles of whiskey?

No, but I've got cloth.

All kinds of cloth.

Your wife can make you a fine suit.

Get down off that wagon.

Why, certainly.

You sniveling little pip-squeak.

I'm gonna learn you once and for all.

Let me go, please... I didn't do nothing!

Fool around with my wife, will you?

I'll show you.

Please, mister.

I-I ain't done nothing to your wife.

I never even sold her anything.

I reckon there's only one way to shut you up, ain't there?

You gonna kill me?

No, you can't kill me.

I don't want to die.

I like living.

No man messes with what's mine.

Don't, please, don't.

No, no, no...

Hyah.

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Nobody home... they went out to live in the country.

Well, for heaven's sakes, it's you.

Surprised you, huh?

Yeah, sure did.

You know who I thought you was?

No.

Well, I just thought you were some bum sleeping off a drunk.

Well, knowing you,

I can understand how you'd think that way.

Well, I'm not arguing about you getting your rest.

I don't know of anybody who needs it more than you.

I'm all in favor of that.

Who said anything about getting rest?

Well, now, you're not gonna tell me

that you were sitting there thinking?

As a matter of fact, I was, Doc, yeah.

- Is that so? - Yeah.

- What about? - I was thinking about you.

I was just thinking about how nice it'd be to be like you,

be able to walk around, up and down the streets all day,

nothing to do, just kind of loaf around, and...

Is that so? Well, let me tell you something.

If you got up...

Here comes one of your old drinking pals.

- Louie. - Hello, Louie.

Marshal, Doc.

Well, want to see me, Louie?

Uh, no, Marshal, I wanted to see Doc.

But it can wait.

Oh, don't have to... Sit down, sit down.

No, no, it's nothing... It ain't important.

Now, Louie, come on, sit down.

We're your friends... just tell us what's on your mind here.

I don't hardly know where to start.

Well, you sick or something?

No more than usual.

Hey, Louie, I've told you, you know,

if you'd just ease off on the booze,

you'd feel good most of the time.

Oh, I'm off it now, Doc.

Well, that's good news.

H-How long has it been?

All afternoon.

I had to quit.

I started seeing things in my sleep.

Like bad dreams.

Snakes, elephants?

No, no, it was different this time.

That's what I wanted to ask you about.

It was people, no animals or stuff.

It was two men.

And they was having some kind of a row.

And one of 'em killed the other.

Drowned him.

Well, that's a new way of doing it anyway.

Where'd this happen, Louie?

In the old slough.

He drug him in and shoved him under

and held him there.

Hmm, this anybody you knew?

No, they were strangers to me, Doc.

But it sure give me a fright, I can tell you.

Oh, you bet it... I bet it did.

Louie, why don't you quit drinking altogether?

It's just gonna keep on getting worse on you if you don't.

Well, he's quit.

He hasn't had a drink since noon.

That's right.

I'm off it, I quit.

I won't touch another drop as long as I live.

That's fine.

Thanks for listening to me, Doc.

Any time at all, Louie.

So long, Marshal.

Doc.

So long, Louie.

My gosh.

Wouldn't I be some doctor, though, Matt,

if I could... if I could help him?

Yeah.

It's too bad... He's a nice fella.

Sure is.

Now, what kind of a rig is that?

Say, that looks like Gus Thompson driving that wagon.

It sure does.

Hello, Marshal.

- Oh, hello, Gus. - Gus.

- Doc. - Where'd you get the wagon?

Out beyond the old slough about a mile.

Just standing there, nobody around at all.

Figured I better bring it in.

Well, you did right, Gus.

Well, whose do you suppose it is?

Well, it belongs to a peddler.

I met him out on the prairie this morning.

Any sign of him?

Not a thing, Marshal.

You got time to go back out there with me, Gus?

Well, I'll make time, Marshal.

All right, fine, why don't you take this down to the stable?

I'll meet you down there.

Sure thing. How's it going, Doc?

- Oh, fine, Gus, fine. - Come on, boy.

It's right where we're standing, Marshal.

There's plenty of tracks around here.

Yeah, lots of riders pass through here.

But I looked real close before.

There wasn't no boot marks at all.

I guess his horse ran off with the wagon.

Well, we'll just have to start backtracking.

It's the only way we'll find him, Gus.

Well, one thing, the trail ain't hard to follow.

Come on.

He must have stopped here to water his horse.

Yeah.

Well, I don't see anything here, Marshal.

Well, we'll just go on backtracking then.

We have to go all the way back to where I met him this morning.

Come on.

- Hello, Bart. - Hello, Marshal.

- Bart, this is Gus Thompson. - Howdy.

Howdy.

Uh, what you doing out this way, Marshal?

Well, we're looking for a man.

Thought you might be able to help us.

What did he do? Kill somebody?

It's more likely he got killed himself.

- What? - Some kind of a traveling peddler, Bart.

Gus here found his wagon down by the old slough.

You mean just his wagon?

Not a hide nor hair of him.

We followed his trail this far.

Oh, he was here this morning,

but the missus didn't buy nothing.

Were you here?

No, sir, I-I run into him, uh,

out on the prairie, coming back from my east spring.

Well, that would put him somewhere

between here and the old slough.

We must have missed his trail.

I don't see how we could've, Marshal.

He ain't been back here.

I told him to keep moving and not bother us no more.

Well, thanks, Bart.

- So long. - So long.

Good luck finding him.

Hello, Kitty.

Hmm, you're out early.

Yeah, I'll be out late, too.

It's Saturday night.

Yeah, I know it. I've been dreading it all day.

Mean to say you don't like the idea of making money?

I love the money.

It's the noise and trouble that goes with it that bothers me.

Well, maybe you ought to get out of this business.

That an offer?

Come on in the office.

I want to show you something.

I thought he was gonna quit drinking.

Oh, he'll never quit.

Give us a couple whiskeys, barkeep.

Gotcha.

We're gonna howl tonight, huh, Murph?

Oh, I'm for that, Bart.

Just a couple more, bartender.

Excuse me, mister.

Beat it, you bum.

I ain't after a drink.

Oh, no, of course not.

You're going to buy us one, right?

It's you I seen.

Didn't you hear me tell you to beat it?

You and that fella you drowned.

Just like it was real.

What's that? What'd you say?

Down at the slough.

I seen you just like it was real.

What do you mean, you seen me?

You held him under,

and he drowned.

Then you went off with his wagon.

You was right there?

Sleeping on the bank.

Like it was real.

Who all have you told about this?

Nobody, nobody.

Except I had a dream.

I'd been drinking.

Mister, I'm gonna have to kill you.

No, no, please, please.

Hold it, Bart, let him go.

- Not hardly. - Don't be a fool.

Listen to me.

I got an idea.

You, go on, beat it.

Go on, beat it.

What's the matter with you?

Hold your voice down.

Come here.

Is this true?

You killed a man?

You heard him.

A man with a wagon?

He deserved it.

Some peddler... He forced himself on Clara,

drank whiskey there.

I found the bottle, Clara told me about it.

So I tracked him to the slough and drowned him.

And this little drunk,

he seen it all, huh?

Well, maybe it's not so bad at that.

Who'd believe him?

Besides, he thought he was dreaming.

Yeah, but I wouldn't count on people not believing him.

You said yourself he was just a drunk.

But what he seen was true.

Now, if he starts talking about it,

there may be some way of proving it.

How?

I don't know; that ain't my job.

That's the marshal's job,

but he has proved out tougher cases than this one.

Now, look, Bart, we have got to do something.

I offered to kill him, didn't I?

Yeah, sure, right here.

You listen to me.

I got a better idea.

I think it'll work out just perfect.

Well?

Why don't we drown him?

Just like you done to that peddler?

I kind of like that.

I thought you might.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

Now, we'll get him drunk, but real drunk

so he don't holler none.

Then we grab him, we drag him down to the slough,

and we throw him in.

By golly, Murph, we'll do it.

All right, now listen.

You go ahead and you get him drunk,

and I'll hang around in the background

just to make sure everything is all right, hmm?

But you'll be there to help me take him to the slough,

- won't you? - Oh, sure I will.

I'll be nearby all the time.

Let's get going.

Barkeep, give me a bottle.

I didn't mean what I said back there.

You didn't?

No. Can I buy you a drink?

Drink? Sure, sure.

No hard feelings?

Nope.

Good.

Have another.

Oh, thank you.

Oh.

♪♪

Where you been?

Oh, I had a little errand.

My, he looks in fine shape, don't he?

He ought to.

Ain't never seen a man drink like him.

Let's get him off the street in the alley.

Come on.

Stand right there.

Have another drink.

Drink?

Oh, Bart, that's enough.

He's full up.

Just the way I want him.

Right to the eyes.

Look at him.

Now we'll take him to the slough.

That sure was a good idea of yours, Murph.

You're a good friend.

Yeah, Bart, I'm a good friend.

Where'd you get the gun?

You didn't have two when we started out.

Oh, that?

That's where I went, over to my horse.

I remembered I had this one in my saddlebags.

You got some idea you ain't told me about?

Yeah, Bart, I kind of wanted to keep it as a surprise.

What are you doing?

Don't point that thing at me.

Well, how else could I kill you with it, Bart?

Murph, what's the matter with you?

But poor Louie Pheeters here is the one

who's gonna hang for this killing.

Murph, you're plumb out of your mind.

It's gonna make it real good for Clara and me.

You and Clara?

I don't want to talk about it anymore, Bart.

Now, you just better sit down here for a little while.

Thanks, Doc.

- Matt. - How is he, Doc?

Well, he's...

better, I guess, he ought to be.

I've been walking him half the night

and feeding him coffee.

Here, come on, Louie.

Drink the rest of that.

I-I'll bust, I drink more coffee, Doc.

Well, I don't care if you bust; just go on and drink it.

That's all there is left anyway. Go on.

Now, Louie, you want to tell me about it now?

About what, Marshal?

Doc, you better go heat up some more coffee.

Oh, no, no more coffee, please, please, Marshal.

Louie,

you were found about six hours ago

lying in an alley near the Bull's Head Saloon.

You had a gun in your hand,

and there was a dead man lying beside you.

You're saying I killed a man, Marshal?

It looks pretty bad, Louie.

Now, the man's name was Bart Felder.

Bart?

That's the man I was drinking with, Marshal.

That's right, you were seen

in just about every saloon in Dodge with him.

Oh, I wouldn't kill him, Marshal.

I wouldn't kill nobody.

Well, who is this man, Louie?

Where'd you meet him?

Well, I just run into him at the Long Branch, Marshal.

Yes, but then you went on with him from there.

Yeah.

I remember.

I went up to him

and told him it was him I seen in my dream

drowning that man

down in that old muddy slough.

You know the place about five miles west of town?

Yeah.

And it was him, too.

I even remember dreaming how he led the man's wagon off

after he killed him.

His wagon?

Yes, sir.

Bart was kind of sore at me at first.

Said he'd kill me,

but he found me later and apologized for that.

Now, Louie, was there anybody with you and Bart last night?

No.

It was just the two of us, all I remember.

Was he alone when you met him?

No.

He was having a drink with some fella at the bar,

but he left.

How about the gun?

Was it your gun?

I mean, do you carry one?

Oh, my goodness, no, Marshal.

What would I do with a gun?

Well, I don't know.

You said this man was threatening your life.

Maybe you went out and found one.

I don't remember doing nothing like that, Marshal.

I can just hear all that on the witness stand.

Kind of a bad spot, ain't he?

- Louie. - Yes, Marshal.

Do you feel up to going out there to this slough with me

and showing me just what happened?

Sure, sure, I'll show you, Marshal.

All right, let's get started, then.

All right.

Good luck to you.

He'll need it, Doc.

Was it around here, Louie?

Right there's where the wagon stopped, Marshal.

And right out there's where Bart drowned him.

Well, I was here yesterday.

Over in there's where I was sleeping.

This whole thing has got me terrible confused, Marshal.

You just stay here. I'm gonna have a look around.

♪♪

My head's about to bust, Marshal.

Louie, I got news for you.

You weren't dreaming or seeing things yesterday.

I wasn't?

No, sir. There's a drowned man in there.

Well, my goodness.

Louie, I'll take you back to town now.

I'll come back for him.

Can I go to bed now, Marshal?

Yeah, but I'm afraid it'll have to be in jail.

What for?

I'll explain that to you when we get back to town.

Hello, Louie. Thought you might be hungry.

I brought you a little soup.

Thank you, Marshal.

I'm sure feeling a sight better. I needed that sleep.

You look a lot better, Louie.

Matt, is he gonna have to stand trial?

Yeah, I'm afraid so, Doc.

Maybe they'll hang me.

Well, don't talk like that, Louie.

Don't give up so easy.

I never had no luck all my life, Marshal.

Oh, Marshal, I remembered something a while ago.

The man Bart was drinking with when I run into him

at the Long Branch... He was there later at the end.

I remember seeing him in the alley.

Well, now, that might make a lot of difference, Louie.

Who was it?

Oh, I wouldn't know that, Marshal.

Well, what'd he look like?

I'd be hard put to say what Bart looks like.

My brain ain't too clear when I'm drinking sometimes.

Well, I'd better go down and see Bart's widow.

Maybe she can tell me who it was.

Have a nice ride, Marshal.

Howdy.

Oh, Murph, I'm so glad to see you.

Mmm.

I told you I'd be back in a couple of hours.

And now we're gonna do a little celebrating.

Get some glasses, huh?

All right.

Now, this first one is going to be to us, Clara.

Now, we made out real good.

It couldn't have worked out better.

Oh, just think, Murph, we're free.

Nothing in the world to worry about.

Bart's gone and gone for good.

That's right. It's all over with.

I didn't hear nobody ride up.

Get in the bedroom quick.

Hello, Clara.

Marshal Dillon, what are you doing out here?

May I come in?

The house is a mess. I...

Well, this won't take long. It's pretty important, Clara.

What's the matter, Marshal?

I'm afraid I got some bad news for you about Bart.

Bart?

He was killed last night.

Oh.

You don't sound very surprised.

He was bound to get killed sooner or later.

Bart was a troublemaker.

Oh, I didn't realize that.

I've just been waiting for it to happen.

Did he go to town with somebody last night?

What? Why do you ask?

'Cause he was seen drinking earlier

in the Long Branch with a man.

I wouldn't know, Marshal.

I mean, he was by himself when he left here.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, he had a drink with me before he left.

I just haven't had time to straighten up.

Like I say, the house is a mess.

There's a horse tied out in front. He's not yours, is he?

Well, whose would it be?

Well, that's what I'm asking you.

Bart probably left it there.

He probably forgot to take him in.

Wait, Marshal, wait!

Hyah!

- No, no! He just... - Out of my way.

He just came by to say hello to Bart.

♪♪

Whoa.

Ho.

♪♪

Hello, Louie.

You come sooner than I expected, Marshal.

I've been thinking this afternoon hard, real hard.

About what?

About my sins and transgressions,

about my worthless ways.

About how I ain't been much good to nobody these last years.

About it's time I went. High time.

So I'm ready, Marshal.

Let's get it over with.

You're ready for what, Louie?

Why, the hanging.

Louie, there isn't gonna be any hanging.

Come on in here.

Louie, how about a cup of coffee?

Fine. What happened to your arm, Marshal?

Well, I'll explain that to you.

We'll have to wait a minute for it to heat up.

I don't understand this, Marshal.

Louie, I found the man that was drinking with Bart

that night he saw you.

You did?

Name was Murph Moody.

He was having a drink with Clara out at her place

and he tried to get away from me.

That's how I happened to get shot.

Anyway, Clara told me about it afterwards,

and it was this man that killed Bart, not you, Louie.

Well, I'll be darned.

Well, you're a free man.

That's fine.

What you gonna do, Louie?

About what?

About yourself.

Gonna go on cadging drinks?

That ain't very nice of you, Marshal.

Maybe I'm not trying to be nice.

Did you ever think of getting yourself a job?

Who'd hire me for anything? They'd laugh.

I don't know about that.

I might hire you.

I need somebody around here from time to time.

Someone to do the chores, clean up.

You ain't serious.

You wouldn't really let me, would you?

Couldn't pay you much.

Oh, that don't matter.

One catch to it, Louie.

What's that?

Your drinking. You'd have to quit that for good.

You mean that, don't you?

You bet I mean it.

Let me try, Marshal.

All right. You got yourself a job, Louie.

Good.

You can start in the morning.

You know something, Marshal?

This is gonna be like having a home to me.

I ain't never had a home as long as I can remember.

And anyway, Marshal, it sure does beat hanging.