Gunsmoke: Renegade White

There's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers and that's with the US Marshall and the smell of gun smoke William Conrad the story of the violence that moves West with young America The story of a man who moved with it Matt Dillon United States Marshall I'll get you I'll hog you there for you

Put that spear down Listen while hog and mere friends big friends you'll make much noise You're a shy, ain't you? You must be with Wildhog. What name you, Whiteman? I'm Ward Spicer. Ward Spicer, you hear?

You bother me and you'll be in big trouble with Wildhog. Not trouble. Tell these other red skins to put their spears down. I need more room. Come, Whiteman. Are you with Wildhog, aren't you? Much talk, come.

All right. Any tricks, I'll shoot you first. Where is he?

Of course here you walk. Why, I said why can't he ride out like anybody else? I want to be in Dodge tonight. Come. It's me.

It's Orange Spicer, all right. Yes. He is brave, so you're sure to keep you covered. Can't tell one from another, except you, of course. I hadn't thought maybe I'd run into the wrong Indians. No moon tonight.

Oh, I recognized him as Cheyens, all right. But you never know with... with... with what, Spicer? Nothing wild, hog, forget it. You never know with Indians. Now, wild hog, you and mere friends don't get so touchy.

I didn't mean nothing. We are not friends. I pay you. Sure we're friends. You're about the most educated Indian I ever met. That's why. I learned only English from the white men. Nothing else. And you sure had a good teacher, fella.

General Custer, many bitter moons ago. I was a scout. Don't matter, I never heard of him. He was killed. Well, that's nothing to do with me. You got the money while, hon? Yes, $500. $500.

Our deal was for $1,000. We'll get the rest later. But I'm running a big risk for you, Cheyenne. This is mighty dangerous work, wild hog. It will be even more dangerous if we do not meet again, spicy.

Oh, wild hog, you can trust me. I'll be back, you know that. Yes. One. Ooh, two, three days. Where will I find you? Camp near here. We'll find you. OK. I'll get on into Dodge now.

Goodbye, wild hog. Don't get drunk, spicy. Never touch it. Hey bartender, set out another bottle of whiskey for me and my friend. Now would you say you're called, stranger? Or a Spicer, friend. Here, let me fill your glass.

Sometime you got here, Dodge. You're sure easy with your money, Spicer? Nothing's too good for my friend. Say what name you go by anyway? You got a lot of money, Squire. Sure, I got money.

I'll have more soon. Must have hit it rich. Ha ha ha. Sure, I hit it rich. Easy money, friend. Easy money. How'd you do it, Squire? Sure, anyway. Friend? I live like a gambler. My life's chicken one day and feathers and that.

Right now, it's all chicken. How'd you do it? You made our real good, spicy. Brains and guts, friend. Brains and guts, that's all it takes. No, nobody but how? You don't get money like that robin old Indians.

What's that? Huh? What'd you say about Indians? Well, it's just a way of saying it back home. Don't get on the pride about it. Maybe you talk too much. Maybe you asked too many questions.

Hey, what's the matter with you anyway? Maybe you know too much. Look, Spicer, you're hiding something. Don't trouble yourself. I ain't interested in you, your money, or your liquor. I don't like that. You don't have to. You bet I don't.

Keep your eyes right on mine, Spicer. I want to watch you die, prisoner Chester. I got two, Mr. Dillon.

You got two. Yes, sir. There's that old spicier fella. You locked up and then there's a drunk who tried to buffalo me after you went to bed. No. Do you have any trouble with him?

A little, Mr. Dylan. He tried to hit me on the head with his sixth gun. Well, do you look all right? Oh, he didn't do it, sir. I bit his thumb and need him at the same time.

Well, that's quite a trick, Chester. You must have been practicing. No, sir. I haven't been practicing. But I had it all thought out. I see. All right. Let's turn the spicier loose. I'll go get him, Mr. Dump.

About time. Where's my gun, Marshall? There it is, bizer. And don't use it around here anymore. You can't bother a man for self-defense. I just want you to stay out of Dodge. One kil or two limit here, even in self-defense.

I ain't a fair to you, Marshall. Besides, there's a poor town anyways. You can have it. That man had kick a hog bear, would he? Hey, Sherwood, Chester. There's something real bad about him. Yeah, I don't know what it is, Chester, and I hope I don't have to find out.

Well, you'll go away. Fellas like that God keep moving. Seems like nobody wants him. Now, don't feel sorry for him, Chester. He got that way all by himself. Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir. There's got here, yeah, Jack.

Yep. Coming on the Santa Fe yesterday, Marshall. Four of them. Right back here. Oh, good. Beautiful guns, and it's just beautiful. You're a good storekeeper, Jack, but I only need two of them. Well, I can make you good prices and all four, Marshall.

That wouldn't be any good if I don't need four, would it? Well, maybe not, but I never know. I got half a dozen 44 sharps rifle, same shipment. Thought I'd be stuck with them forever.

Well, with the big 50 out now, there ain't a Buffalo 100, you's 44 anymore. I don't see any 44. Well, that's just what I'm telling you. Feller stopped in just this morning, took all six.

They gave you $75 a piece, too. dollars piece to your soul six rifles to one man that's right Marshall the buffalo hunter look more like a drifter to me have plenty of cash oh you know his name no idea nothing wrong with it was your Marshall then hold up around here I haven't heard about no no a lot of rifles for one man to buy no law again

it isn't what this man look like Jack tall skinny kind of mean face mm-hmm They wear one sex gun with black grips. Yeah. Come to think of it he did. You know him? Er, Lord Spicer. He killed a man last night.

Now I heard about that shooting. When he suppose he's up to now. Where did he go? I wouldn't know. After rifles on him you and rode out of town. You going after Marshall? No. No.

It's like you said Jack. There's no law against the man buying all the rifles he wants. It seems strange, Ed. Well, let's settle on the price for those greener, isn't it? Next day, Chester and I took the new greener and rode off for a prairie chicken.

We had a sack full within an hour and we headed back to town. Arguing on the way as to whether we'd bake the birds whole or just cut the breasts off and broil them. We still hadn't settled the matter when we reached Dodge.

And we never did. The stage from Hayes City at a ripe half hour before, bringing with it the bodies of two men found alongside the road. They were just laying there, Marshall, about five miles back.

Both shot dead, but I thought I'd better bring men anyway. Do you recognize them, Pete? No, Marshall, I didn't. The doc says there are a couple of riders from the T-Bar outfit. He got them up in his office now.

You're bringing their horses? No sign of a horse. But there was an awful lot of tracks around. All right. I'll go see if Doc's found anything. I'll hang around, Pete, will you? I may want some more information from you.

Okay, if I do my waiting at the Ellipragenza, Murts? Yeah, sure, sure. I'll put our horses up, Mr. Dylan. Yours, Chester, I may want mine. Yes, sir. Come on, sir. Dad's finishing up here. Be right with you.

How'd they die, Doc? Well, they got half shot and then shot dead, won't you? Yeah, I know, I know. but uh, is there any way of telling them that maybe they killed each other? Hey, uh, ah, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh.

No, there is my sure, but I'll be my surprise to did. How do you mean, Doc? Well, they were cowboys, Martian. Cowboys just don't generally carry buffalo guns. Yeah, make a look. What? I dug some of these out of each of them.

Those are slugs from a sharps rifle, isn't I? Yeah, sure. That one's the best I found, I think. Thank you. What color did you say this is, though? I'd guess 44. Not many 44s in use around here since the big 50 came, huh?

I know a man was six of them, Doc. Hmm? Hmm. Hmm. What do you think of that? I'll let you know when I get back. It's a long time. Return for the second act of gun smoke in just a moment.

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Now the second act of gun smoke. The stage driver of road would lead back to where he found the bodies, and from there I rode on a wound. It was an easy trail at first. There must have been more than a dozen horses running together.

it together. Long toward dusk however they suddenly split up and I was faced with two different trails to follow. I meet again with this choice and rule of heart of the limber. There was only an hour of light left to track by when my horse stepped into a prairie dog old snapped his leg one over hard. My head glanced off a rock.

There was a shower of light. Nothing. That's him all right. That's Dylan. He's a a marshwood dog. I don't think he is not dead. Stop. What do you have done? But you can't let him live. He'd kill us all right. I'm not killing him anyway.

You would die for it if you do. Okay. You have a boss. But you'll wish I'd shot him. Coming to now. We take care of him our own way. White clown. Pick up his guns. Hey, he didn't hurt. He's knocked out that so.

Indians. Cheyenne's. I'm no Andy and Marshall. Spicer. Yeah. Sure. No tracks now Marshall. He's reds, ginsels, shoot you to pieces. Yeah. For those little shops, 44s, you bought them. Spicer. It's no business to yours, Marshall. Not now.

You're through. You're all the way through. Spicer, you're under arrest. What? I said you're under arrest. Now, Marcia, what are you arresting me for? Not that it matters, Mike. For selling guns to Indians and suspicion of murder.

All right, so I'm under arrest, but Marcia, I want to ask you something. Yeah. How are you going to take me in? That's all. Just how are you going to manage? How worry about that?

You sure will. Come on, while, log. Let's shoot him and get it over with. This is a man of much heart. I admire his courage to stand with death on all sides and arrest a man. No, we will not kill him. Not yet. But you can't take him with us.

What's the cloud? Give him a horse. Come. You're horse all right with the T-bar brand on it. But I was surrounded by six armed Indians and a no-good white who'd shoot me anytime he thought he could get by with it.

Wildhog rode up ahead and leading the party northwest, apparently the rendezvous with a bunch that had spread off from this one. Spicer stayed right alongside of me. Well, am I still under arrest, Martin? You're still guilty, aren't you?

Sure! I'll admit it. No matter, being as how you'll never see Dodge again or any other place. What are you doing with these shy hands here, anyway, Spicer? I got a deal with wildhog, Marshall.

Real good deal killing white men part of it. They don't need any help there Marshall. They like to kill white men. Maybe they'll kill you before they're through. Nah, I'm too valuable to them. They like me.

No? Now why would they like you? Well, they didn't at first, but I talked to men to it. Talk while all getting to it. He's a smart fellow at Indian. So I'll write away what I could do for him.

like buying those rifles. What else did you do for it? Well, I stopped those two riders with the horses. Told them I was sick. Got them all guard. Those Cheyans were on before they could move. It was really easy.

They're like a Judas sheep and a slaughter pen, huh? Yeah, that's it, Marshall. Pay is better, though. I got $500 coming since we find a a ranch to the raid I see pretty good deal huh you know I think a lot more of these Indians than I do a you spicier I don't like that much at least they got

an argument on their side but you're just a renegade white I'll kill you for that mark out shot up all right you best for shoot me and while I'll go split you wide open Spicer besides he spotted the rest of his party up there Huh? Yeah. Alright for now, Marshall.

But I'll see you dead. I promise I'll see you dead. Two days later, when I crossed the Smoky Hill River about a hundred miles northwest of Dodge, there were fifteen Cheyennes in the party. And day and night, two of them, by turns, never took their eyes off of me.

They seemed anxious for an excuse to cut my throat. I had to watch every movement I made. Look pretty hopeless. Wildhog was smart and he took no chances. But often he and I rode along together.

They were always flanked by my two warrior guards. Country is greener already. Better every mile. Why have you been raiding so far south, Wildhog, if you like this land better? We are Northern Cheyenne Marshall, the Big Horn Mountains.

The army took a south to a reservation in the Oklahoma territory. Ah, so that's it. You jumped your reservation, huh? Why should we live in a hot flat land that has no gain? But the army will be after you again. You've broken the law.

Whose law? Ours or yours? All right, well, huh? But the Indian has a law against murder. You've broken that twice that I know of. Cheyenne does not speak of it as murder to kill his enemy.

Those cowboys went your enemy while hog, they weren't fighting you. The army drove us from our home in the mountains. The army took our horses from us. We are going back home now on other horses, that's all.

That doesn't explain your killing. Those men were peaceful. Marshall, if I could, I would kill every white man in the country. They cannot. The Indian nations cannot. Red Man has always fled before the white man.

Those cowboys weren't chasing you. We needed their horses. They didn't even have a chance to fight you tricked him. Is it only the white man who was allowed to trick his enemy? I was young once, Marshall, but I have seen too much trickery and lies and destruction and broken promises.

I'll admit that's happened well, look. But you know, not every man is a liar and a killer. No. No. There are white men like you. And there are white men like Spicer. Spicer, tell me something.

Would you consider a word Spicer guilty of murder? The Indian is Spicer's enemy, not his own people. Therefore it is murder. And you understand why at Spicer I came after, not you. Why not me, Marshall?

You're the Army's problem, not mine. I expect to fight the army many times before we reach the mountains. Yeah. What, uh... What are your plans for me, Wildheart? I have been thinking. Yeah? I do not know yet.

What about Spicer? Spicer works for me. Why should I think about him? They're not as smart as I figured. Right, Marshall. I do not trust Spicer. He is a traitor to his own people and only for money.

I have rifles now and enough horses. I do not need Spicer. You're going to kill him? Why not? He is only another white man. You said yourself you can't kill all the white men. If you were free, Marshall, you would take him back and let other white men kill him.

What difference how he dies? Makes a difference to me, while I look. I'm a law man. I may have to kill you too. I'd man to be friends with. I will explain to you, Marshall.

It matters little about any Indian. Few more winters and not many of my people will be alive. I do not complain of our fate. Tribe follows tribe, nation follows nation. It is the law of nature.

A white man's turn to be defeated and to disappear will come. It is just a matter of time. And so we may be brothers after all, Marshall. I'm not sure I believe all of that, while, Hook.

Of course not. Still, I recognize you as a warrior among your people. As I am a warrior among mine. Too bad we're not on the same side. As long as we are brave and willing to die.

It does not matter. I ride ahead now. You stay with the others. That night we reached the north fork of the Solomon River and camp with the shadow of low hills, not many miles ahead.

Wildhaw gordered my guards to keep me some distance from the rest of the party. So I pulled up some buffalo grass and bedded down on it early. I watched the stars until sleep came. Next thing I heard was the sound of horses fading off in the distance.

The two braves guarding me had disappeared, so I got up and walked carefully back to where the Cheyans were camped. There are a couple of horses that tied to a bush, but they were alone.

The Indians had left. I stopped for a moment to listen. And then suddenly I saw the figure of a man lying in the moonlight of a twenty feet off. Now there's no blood on you. You're all right. Come on.

I hear you've been knocked out that's all come on sit up. Oh, I'm not going to shoot. March. What happened? Where are they? Where's Wildhaw? They've gone. Gone. Gone where? I mean, where'd they go? They've been headed for the Big Horn Mountains.

Less cancer running into the army if they travel at night. But they couldn't leave me, not here, not now. Looks like they did. Some brave club gin, they rode off, that's all. But I gotta go with.

You're still groggy, Spicer. You're still under arrest. Remember? You can't take me in, Marshall. Wildhog will be back. He won't let you. Why do you think he left you here, Spicer? We're friends. Big friends, me and Wildhog.

You got no friends. You don't belong in anybody's camp. And I'm taking you back to Dodge anyway. We're in Ridskies, a better man than you, Spicer. He's brave and he's willing to die. Long ride back.

The direction of Norman McDonald's, Tars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. Tonight's story was specially written for Gun Smoke by John Meston, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.

Featured in tonight's cast were Harry Bartel, Larry Dobgen, Herb Vigren, and Jack Crucion. Harley Baier is Chester and Howard McNier is Dark. Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, US Marshal, fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in gun smoke.

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