
Gunsmoke 52-06-07 007 Buffalo Killers
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Matt Dillon
Around Dodge City and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. marshal and the smell of gun smoke.
Narrator
Gun Smoke. Starring William Conrad. The story of violence that moved west with young America. The story of a man who moved with it. Matt Dillon, United States Marsh.
Chester
Howdy, Marshall.
Matt Dillon
Hello, Mr. Biggs. Can I give you a hand?
Chester
No, no. This is the last match here. Hey, wait till the flies get to these buffalo hides in the morning. Be enough vultures overhead to keep the place in shade for weeks.
Narrator
Yeah.
Chester
You know, you'll sure have your hands full by tomorrow night.
Matt Dillon
It looks that way.
Chester
Don't these boys turn them hides into cash? They'll bite the corks out of every bottle. And some of them look mean enough sober. Yeah.
Matt Dillon
Well, you better bed down and get some sleep. Mr. Biggs.
Chester
Where are your boys? I don't know. Jeff had some trouble with the dry axle up near Pony Rock, and Boaz stopped to help him fix it.
Matt Dillon
But they shouldn't be this long behind you. Well, if I see him, I'll tell.
Chester
Them where to find him. You? You can tell Jeff. Boaz ain't even gonna hear you.
Matt Dillon
Why, what's the matter with him, boy?
Chester
He's riding higher than an eagle. You know that white buffalo you've been.
Matt Dillon
Hearing about, the albino? Why, it's just Indian talk.
Chester
Oh, you think so, huh? Well, if it is, Boaz sure shot himself a mighty scared buffalo. White as borax.
Matt Dillon
That ought to fetch a price.
Chester
Hey, anybody seen Marshall Dillon? Over here, Chester. You better saddle up, Mr. Dillon.
Matt Dillon
What's the matter, Chester?
Chester
The Indian trouble. Two men dead and a couple of wagons burned up out there. I found this.
Matt Dillon
A war rattle made out of buffalo toads. Arapaho. Well, they haven't been making any trouble.
Chester
Well, these did. I was topping a hill when I.
Narrator
Saw the wagons go up and fire.
Chester
It was Indians, all right. I saw one ride off.
Matt Dillon
That's funny. I never heard of Arapahoes attacking at night. How far out?
Chester
10 mile, maybe, toward Pawnee Rock. Pawnee Rock?
Matt Dillon
Marshall, my sons is coming from there. Easy, mister. Lots of wagons. Marshall.
Chester
I didn't see another wagon between here and Pawnee except the ones we had. But the Indians killed my boy.
Matt Dillon
There's only one way to make sure, Mr. Big. Saddle up and ride over to my office. I'll be with you as soon as I can get my hors.
Chester
I cut back through those button willows over there when I spotted the wagons being fired.
Matt Dillon
We Must be close to it, then.
Chester
Just over there. Right down yonder.
Matt Dillon
See him? Yeah, I see him. We rode up and dismounted. The last glint of hope in Mr. Big's eyes died. His boys were there, all right. And it wasn't nice to see.
Chester
Kill him. I'll get him first. I'll murder every redskin in the territory.
Matt Dillon
We gotta bring your sons in, Mr. Biggs. You know what the morning's gonna be like. You don't want to leave them out here. Now, come on.
Chester
Hey, look down there by the stream. Yeah.
Matt Dillon
Four of them. They're not saddle horses, Mr. Biggs. Mr. Biggs. You recognize those horses down there?
Tennessee
Yeah, I know.
Chester
Teams belong to Boaz and Jeff. Indians must cut them loose from the.
Matt Dillon
Wagons before they fired them. Doesn't that seem curious to you, Chester?
Chester
In what way, Mr. Dillon?
Matt Dillon
Why didn't they take the horses with them?
Chester
Yeah, what are you thinking, Marshall?
Matt Dillon
No burned hides in those wagons.
Chester
So they stole them.
Matt Dillon
Yeah, they stole them. But Boaz and Jeff both have their rifles there beside them. And the horses are left behind, too.
Chester
Horses and guns are the first things Indians would go for. What are you looking for, Mr. Dillon?
Matt Dillon
Those buffalo hides weren't carried off without wagons here. Mark's the two other wagons here, and they're fresh.
Chester
I didn't see any other wagons. Only these.
Matt Dillon
They'd finish and gone before you got here, Chester.
Chester
Well, yeah, but I. I'd have caught up to any wagons on the trail to Dodge.
Matt Dillon
Did you go by regular trail?
Chester
Well, no, I. I figured the Indian I saw, it wasn't alone. I didn't want to get bushwhacked further on.
Matt Dillon
You didn't see any Indian, Chester.
Chester
But, Mr. Dillon, just as plain as.
Matt Dillon
No Indian would leave guns and horses. This job was done by white men. It didn't take anything that could be recognized or identified.
Chester
You mean that somebody's in Dodge by now with the hides my boys worked and sweated to get?
Matt Dillon
I'm afraid so, Mr. Biggs.
Chester
There'll be more than 300 buffalo hunters there by morning. Could be any of them.
Matt Dillon
We'll find the right ones. Oh, how the albino. Whoever killed your sons will have that white buffalo hide. It was almost sun up when we got back to town and more wagons had jammed the main street lining up for the unloading barns. I rode down the line, looking them over one by one.
Chester
Howdy, Marshall.
Matt Dillon
Some of the men had take their money, drink it up and drift away. Few would stay long enough to be buried on Boot Hill. Then suddenly a wagon driver up ahead Pulled out of line.
Chester
Soon as you get back to your place. All right, wait. Now let go of that bit.
Matt Dillon
Method. Don't do that, stranger. Get your hand away from that gun. Well, now. Knows any law around you there is. So don't try making your own. You got no right grabbing my team.
Chester
I got plenty right when he press horn in in front of me. Marshall. That's a lie, Marshall.
Matt Dillon
He cut you both want to cool your heads out in jail. Now, what's your name? Tennessee is good enough. A lot of people from Tennessee coming into the territory. Most of them are pretty peaceful. That sounds like you're saying I'm not. You move pretty fast for that gun. Man can lose his temper. You lost yours four times according to the notches you've carved into that gun butt. But don't try for number five. Not here. How about you? What do you call.
Charlie Kell
Charlie Kell?
Matt Dillon
Charlie Kell, huh? They ever call you Chuck?
Charlie Kell
No.
Matt Dillon
Heard of a Chuck Kell a couple of years back. Come from Kentucky.
Charlie Kell
Not me.
Matt Dillon
Man I heard about was a gunfighter, so he never wore gloves. See? You don't either. It's pretty rough on.
Charlie Kell
Thanks, Marshall. I'll make sure to take better care of him.
Matt Dillon
Yeah, do that.
Charlie Kell
I'll be around a while. Marshall. Maybe we can have another talk.
Matt Dillon
Anytime. They'd need watching. But what I wanted now was a white buffalo hide. Searching the wagons wouldn't do. There wasn't time. And the search had let the killers know that something in the hides they'd seen stolen could be identified. The time to find out would be when the buyers checked them. I got Biggs and Chester to cover two of the unloading barns. And I covered the third one. Then finally daylight came and the haggling started.
Chester
You want to sell those hides? Better learn how to handle his skin and knife a little better. They're as good as any and pull a hole, see? Give you $4 a hide for the bunch you gave that last fell 8.
Matt Dillon
He looks tougher than you. 6. I'll take 6.
Chester
4. Take it or leave it. You think you can rob me, mister? Watch your mouth, boy. Here.
Matt Dillon
None of that.
Chester
Let me go.
Matt Dillon
Easy, son.
Chester
Go.
Matt Dillon
Let me have that done just so you won't be tempted.
Chester
Stop.
Charlie Kell
There.
Matt Dillon
That's better.
Chester
Give me that. Give it back.
Matt Dillon
You can pick it up at my office whenever you're ready to leave town. You look like a city boy to me. Where you from? St. Louis.
Chester
None of your business.
Matt Dillon
When something's got you beat, son, there's no shame to admitting it and going Home. Sometimes that takes a real man.
Chester
Don't tell me what to do. Why don't you watch your own job? Why don't you leave me alone, Marshall? I ain't got a white buffalo hide.
Matt Dillon
What'd you say, boy?
Chester
You heard me.
Matt Dillon
What do you know about a white buffalo hide?
Chester
What everybody else knows that you're looking for one. Everybody in town knows it. How? Because the old man whose sons were bushwhacked, all liquored up over at the other barn, shooting off his mouth. Don't go away mad, Marshall.
Matt Dillon
Mr. Biggs wasn't at the barn where I'd left him. I cut through an alley to Front street and headed for the saloons. I never got to him.
Chester
Mr. Dillon. Mr. Dillon.
Matt Dillon
What's the matter, Chester?
Chester
Old man Biggs.
Matt Dillon
Where is he? I'm looking for him.
Chester
Hello, Heath. He was over by the barn. I was watching. Drunk going through the wagon.
Matt Dillon
Yeah, I know about that.
Chester
I was trying to get him to go back to his own barn, but all of a sudden he took off.
Matt Dillon
For where? I don't know.
Chester
But there was one wagon he was watching in particular. The driver walked away from it with a package of some kind. That white hide it could have been, I don't know, but Big Shore thought so. He lit out after a fellow with blood in his eye.
Matt Dillon
Which way?
Chester
Down there, where the boy's been hitching the M2 eigen.
Matt Dillon
Well, let's go.
Chester
If old boy's drunk enough to make trouble, he's liable to kill somebody or get killed. Too late, Mr. Dillon.
Matt Dillon
Yeah, it came from there, behind that row of wagons. You stay here, chester.
Chester
Be careful, Mr. Dillon.
Matt Dillon
When I rounded the corner wagon, Mr. Biggs was sprawled across a wagon, tongue, his eyes dark, dead and open, staring at the ground. And standing over him was Tennessee, a smile on his face and his gun extended to me butt first. Looks like I'm in the mighty trouble, Marshall. He's dead, Tennessee. That's more than a mite. You take my gun for a while. You mean until after you hang? Wasn't figuring it'd be that serious. Not when a drunk follows me out here and throws down on me. If you're figuring on self defense, forget it. Look at his gun. It isn't even caught.
Chester
What's out of his holster, Mark?
Matt Dillon
Marshall, that's enough law. Don't say you have to wait till he kills me. You'll have to make a jury believe that.
Charlie Kell
You shouldn't have much trouble doing that, Marshall.
Matt Dillon
What are you doing here, Mr. Kell?
Charlie Kell
Oh, I just happen to Follow Tennessee out here.
Matt Dillon
Why?
Charlie Kell
Well, you broke up our little argument in town. Thought I'd get him alone here. See if maybe he was still nursing a grudge he wanted to settle. But the old man beat me to it. Now, Tennessee here ain't exactly a friend of mine, as you know. But I hate to see any man hang when he ain't guilty.
Matt Dillon
Is that your personal verdict, Mr. Kill?
Charlie Kell
That's right, Marshall. The old man threw down on him and Tennessee had to kill him in self defense.
Matt Dillon
Chester.
Chester
Yes, sir, Mr. Dylan.
Matt Dillon
Which one of them had the package?
Chester
This one. This is the fellow the old man was after.
Matt Dillon
All right, Tennessee, where is it? I don't know anything about a package. Look in the wagon, Chester. See anything?
Chester
Nothing here.
Matt Dillon
I reckon you can give my gun back to me now. All right, Tennessee. Here.
Chester
Thanks.
Matt Dillon
But if you decide to use it again while you're in Dodge or any place else in Kansas, I hope I'm there when you do. Well, now, don't you fret, Marshall. I'm sure you will be.
Narrator
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Matt Dillon
Just before sundown, we buried old man Biggs and his two sons up on Boot Hill. By the time the service was over and I rode down, darkness had fallen and everything was going full blast. The town was roaring.
Chester
Seemed like a good man, old Biggs.
Matt Dillon
He was, Chester. So were his boys.
Chester
But there are too many men like Tennessee and Cal Coming in, Mr. Dillon.
Matt Dillon
They won't last, Chester. They'll keep coming, but they won't last. They'll take a gun and go against a man, but they won't sweat. They won't take root and build.
Chester
We still gonna look for that hide?
Matt Dillon
Yeah.
Chester
Just what do you want me to do, Mr. Dillon?
Matt Dillon
Tennessee and Kel'll be in town, but their wagons are back there with the other empties. Ride back and look them over. They might have had somebody carry that package off for them.
Chester
It might be, but they don't seem like partners, Mr. Dillon. From what I heard, you stopped them from gunfighting.
Matt Dillon
Took more than one man to kill the Biggs boys. And more than one man and more than one wagon to cart the hides.
Chester
And, well. You mean they staged that trouble just for you?
Matt Dillon
Just for me. After they heard I was looking for that white hiding.
Chester
Well, why do you figure that Mr.
Matt Dillon
Dillon, when gunfighters start for their guns, nothing stops them. Chester, they both started, but they both stopped. I reckon you better take a look through those wagons.
Chester
Yes, Mr. Dillon. Where'll I meet you?
Matt Dillon
I'll be checking the saloons. One by one. I made the stops along Branch, the Alfraganza, the Texas Trail. And one by one, they got quieter as I went in. As though each place is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. The last place was a Mexican hangout. A long, dark walk.
Chester
Hello, Marshal. Can't see me, can you, Marshal?
Matt Dillon
No. No, I can't see you, son.
Chester
Too bad. Cause I got another gun. They sell them around here. And I ain't going back to St. Louis.
Matt Dillon
You'll fire once, son. And if you don't kill me with that and I'll kill you.
Chester
I'll gamble on that. Marshall. Marshall.
Matt Dillon
He lurched from the shadows into the street, staggered and fell. Then he rolled over on his back. And his eyes struggled for a minute, like they were trying to remember something. Then he went blank. He's right about one thing. He wasn't going back to St. Louis.
Charlie Kell
Well, what do you know? The marshal's real handy with a gun.
Matt Dillon
Stay out of this, Kel. But I may have something to talk.
Chester
Over with you later.
Matt Dillon
Mean what? If you don't know, then you got nothing to worry about.
Charlie Kell
I've been hearing a lot about how fast you are with the gun, Dylan. Anything to it?
Matt Dillon
I'm still alive.
Charlie Kell
Yeah. This your hobby? Shooting kids?
Matt Dillon
He was old enough to try to kill me.
Charlie Kell
I don't like it, Marshall.
Matt Dillon
That's too bad, Mr. Kell. The Chuck Kell I heard about would have loved it. They said he'd killed two kids under 16. One of them his own brother.
Charlie Kell
You didn't hear the whole story, Marshall. The Kell you heard about killed a marshal, too.
Matt Dillon
You made the bid, Mr. Kell. And you got a gun. Use it or I'll take it away from you.
Charlie Kell
Come and.
Matt Dillon
Anytime.
Chester
Here it is. How you feeling, Mr. Dillon?
Matt Dillon
I'm all right, Chester.
Chester
Doc fixed your head. Wasn't much he could do for Kell, though.
Matt Dillon
I hit him if you didn't.
Chester
He sure died for nothing.
Matt Dillon
He was fast, all right.
Chester
Boys Say, you made him look like a sleepy burro. Never even cleared his holster.
Matt Dillon
And my head says different.
Chester
You didn't get that from Cal.
Matt Dillon
What do you mean?
Chester
Tennessee was up the street with a rifle. He creased you, huh?
Matt Dillon
Where is he now?
Chester
I don't know, Mr. Dillon. He rode out of town before I could stop him. I Was the only one who saw him. I was coming up street to find you.
Matt Dillon
All right, let's get out of here. Did you find anything in the wagons?
Chester
No, sir. But I found Tennessee's wife.
Matt Dillon
Wife?
Chester
That's right, Mr. Dylan. In a small wagon next to his. He's a squaw man. His wife's an Indian girl.
Matt Dillon
Well, let's find her. All right, Chester. Which way?
Chester
Edge of town, Mr. Dillon.
Matt Dillon
Well, let's go. You talked to the wife?
Chester
Yes, sir. Found out Tennessee and Kell were friends all right. They left her here night before last and arranged to meet her here today. She said they were driving empty wagons when they left her.
Matt Dillon
Ask her what tribe she belonged to.
Chester
Didn't have to ask, Mr. Dillon. I could tell by her beads. She's an Arapahoe.
Matt Dillon
She was there all right. Crouched by the wheel of a wagon. Her face was bloody and she stared into a small campfire, rocking back and forth without a sound.
Chester
She wasn't beat up when I left her. Mr. Dillon.
Matt Dillon
Where's your husband?
Tennessee
He gone.
Matt Dillon
Gone where?
Tennessee
He gone.
Matt Dillon
Tell me which way he went and I'll bring him back to you.
Tennessee
No, you law man.
Matt Dillon
Your husband had a white buffalo hide, didn't he?
Tennessee
Tell me no other man killed white buffalo.
Matt Dillon
Then your husband took the hide away from him.
Tennessee
He buy. He buy hide?
Matt Dillon
He didn't buy him. He killed two men to get him. He killed with Indian paint on his face. He left an Arapaho war rattle. He wants the blame to come to your people.
Chester
If the white men think the Arap hoes are on the warpath, the soldiers will come.
Tennessee
No. Arapaho peaceful.
Matt Dillon
Where's the white hide? What'd your husband do with it?
Tennessee
He tell me bury.
Matt Dillon
Where? Where's it buried?
Tennessee
There. Back there by tree.
Matt Dillon
Go dig it up, Chester. Then stay with her. Like it back.
Chester
You going after him, Mr. Dillon?
Matt Dillon
As soon as she tells me which way.
Chester
All right, Mr. Dillon.
Matt Dillon
You're white man no good. Now tell me which way he went.
Tennessee
You let him go, he not come back.
Matt Dillon
I can't let him go. If I do, the soldiers will come after your people. He beat you and he ran away from you. Now he'll bring death to your tribe unless I get him. Where did he go?
Tennessee
He. He arrived to where moon sleep.
Matt Dillon
I rode east. Tennessee had had about an hour's start, but I figured a make up most of that before sunrise. The prairie was open and flat except for an occasional roll. And the Arkansas river would keep him from cutting south. His best bet for a fresh horse Would be Kinsley and I rode hard for was just turning daylight when I rode in. Well, howdy, Marshall. Morning. Good morning. Got a place I can water my horse trough? Right there. Just let him loose. He'll find it. Thank you. Looks like you come a long way, Dodge. Another fellow here just a few minutes ago. Been riding hard, too. He come from up Pony way, though. Tall, dark, riding a vinegar roll. Yeah, that's right. You get a fresh horse here? Had to send my boy out to corral to get one for him. He'll be back soon. You mean he's still here in town? Yeah. Asked about breakfast, so I sent him over to the Widder Hilliard's place right.
Chester
Over there across the road.
Charlie Kell
Thank you.
Matt Dillon
I'll be back. Dave.
Chester
You after that fellow Marshall?
Tennessee
Yes.
Matt Dillon
Understand you're serving breakfast, ma'. Am.
Tennessee
Why, sure thing, Marshall.
Chester
Dylan.
Matt Dillon
That's right. Give me a clear way out the door or I'll kill you. Come by me, Tennessee. I'll come shooting. That's all right. But just be sure you get me this time. You hurt, ma'?
Charlie Kell
Am?
Chester
No, I'm all right.
Tennessee
Marshall. He looks kind of dead.
Matt Dillon
Yeah. Bad one, huh? Yes. Gunfighter, thief, killer.
Tennessee
What's your name?
Matt Dillon
Marshall Dylan, ma'.
Chester
Am.
Matt Dillon
Matt Dillon. I. I'm sorry about Marshall.
Tennessee
When my husband brought me out here 15 years ago, Indians burned this place down three times. I'm used to killing. You want to carry him out? I'll go fix you that breakfast.
Matt Dillon
Thank you, ma'.
Charlie Kell
Am.
Matt Dillon
It's a long ride back to Dodge.
Narrator
Gunsmoke transcribed under the direction of Norman McDonald stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. marshal. Tonight's story was specially written for Gunsmoke by Joel Murcott, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Featured in tonight's cast were Stan Waxman, John Dana and Larry Dobkin. With Sam Edwards Zulianbiach, Tom Holland and Mary Lansing. Barley Baer is Chester. Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, U.S. marshal, fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the west in gun smoke. Something new in CBS Radio newsroom coverage. World News with Robert Trout presents as a special weekly feature, an interview with a crack CBS Radio News correspondent. This correspondent flies in from his post overseas to give you his authoritative eyewitness viewpoint on latest developments. Tomorrow afternoon, on most of these same stations, World News with Robert Trout. This is Clarence Cassell speaking, and remember, from now to November, you'll find intensive, impartial campaign coverage on the CBS Radio Network.
Podcast: Harold's Old Time Radio
Episode Aired: January 28, 2026
Original Airdate: June 7, 1952
Starring: William Conrad as Matt Dillon
In this intense and morally complex episode of Gunsmoke, Marshal Matt Dillon (William Conrad) investigates the murder of two buffalo hunters near Dodge City, Kansas, and the theft of valuable buffalo hides—one being a rare white albino hide. Tension escalates amid rising suspicion, vengeful grief, and racial prejudice as Dillon uncovers a plot to disguise murder and theft as the work of Native Americans. The episode explores themes of justice, frontier violence, prejudice, and the difficulties of keeping order in the ever-turbulent Old West.
“No Indian would leave guns and horses. This job was done by white men.” — Matt Dillon [05:47]
“Most of them are pretty peaceful. That sounds like you’re saying I’m not.” — Tennessee [07:29]
“When something’s got you beat, son, there’s no shame to admitting it and going home. Sometimes that takes a real man.” — Matt Dillon [09:56]
“They’ll keep coming, but they won’t last. They’ll take a gun and go against a man, but they won’t sweat. They won’t take root and build.” — Matt Dillon [15:24]
“This your hobby? Shooting kids?” — Charlie Kell [18:52]
“He was old enough to try to kill me.” — Matt Dillon [18:55]
“Your husband had a white buffalo hide, didn’t he?” — Matt Dillon [22:15]
“Tell me no other man killed white buffalo.” — Tennessee’s wife [22:20]
“He looks kind of dead.” (referring to Tennessee)
“Yeah. Bad one, huh? Yes. Gunfighter, thief, killer.” — Matt Dillon, Widder Hilliard [26:40–26:53]
Buffalo Killers is a tautly written installment of Gunsmoke that grapples with the lawless complexity of frontier justice. It demonstrates Marshal Matt Dillon’s dogged pursuit of truth amid deception, the ease of scapegoating Native Americans, and the ever-present violence that haunts Dodge City. The episode’s stark dialogue, tense showdowns, and moral dilemmas make it a poignant example of Golden Age radio drama.