Matt Dillon (0:00)

What do you think makes the perfect snack? Hmm, it's gotta be when I'm really craving it and it's convenient. Could you be more specific? When it's cravinient. Okay. Like a freshly baked cookie made with real butter, available right down the street at a.m. p.m. Or a savory breakfast sandwich I can grab in just a second at a.m. p.m. I'm seeing a pattern here. Well yeah, we're talking about what I crave, which is anything from AM pm What more could you want? Stop by AM PM where the snacks and drinks are perfectly craveable and convenient. That's cravenience. AM PM Too much. Good stuff.

Andrew Rines (0:45)

Welcome to the old Time Radio Westerns. I'm your host, Andrew Rines and I'm excited to bring you another episode absolutely free. This is one of over 80 episodes released monthly for your enjoyment. Now let's get into this episode.

Matt Dillon (1:11)

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. Gunsmoke, starring William Conrad. The story of the violence that moved west with young America. And the story of a man who moved with it. I'm that man. Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. The first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancy job and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely. Especially when your tents slow down. You'll get to your destination only a short time later and in one piece. It sure is hot today, Mr. Johnson. Uh huh. Used to get hotter than Sweetwater though. Sweetwater, Texas, Esther? Yeah, but I wasn't terribly long. You weren't, huh? What'd you do there, Chester? Well, I was a salesman. Salesman? What'd you sell? Lightning rods? Well now they're my good things have around, Mr. Dylan. I remember. Don't explain it to me, Chester, please. It's much too hot. I'll go get us some beer. I don't think I want any beer. Well then why don't you just go take a siesta, Mr. Jones? I'll stay here in the office. Why don't you just leave me alone for a little while, huh? All right. Hey Matt. Oh, hello Doc. What is it? Well, I. I thought I ought to tell you. A couple of cowboys been feeding their liquor over at the Long Branch. That's what saloons are for, isn't it? Well, they were giving Kitty a bad time. Oh, she got rid of them though. But they're down at the end of Front street now and they're making remarks and pestering the town ladies. It just might lead to trouble. Now, Doc, I'm not gonna walk down there in this heat just to lecture a couple of hard nosed cowboys. Well, I'll go, Mr. John. Oh, all right, Chester, you go. Just tell him to take it easy and leave the ladies alone. Yes, Sir, I will, Ms. Dim. Here now. All right, you fellas, that's enough. Who's this preacher? Maybe Mr. Jones sent me down here. And we're gonna send you right back, fella. Mr. Jones says you can have all the fun you like, but leave them ladies alone. That's a whole dang trouble with these Dodge ladies. They've been left alone too long. What they need is a couple of big handed Texas men. Look now, why don't you two go over there at this Lady Gay saloon and I'll buy you both a beer. Oh, you will, huh? Well, that's mighty thoughty of you, mister. Yeah, well, we just don't want no trouble, that's all. Sure we don't. No, no. And I got me an idea how we won't have any. Now. Wait till I get on my horse here. You stay with our friend of Mr. Trevor. Yeah. Say, mister, you want to make a bet? What kind? Bet? What do you mean? Any kind. You name it, Go on. Yeah, but I don't. I got him. Grab your horse off of me, you hear? Maybe it'll wear off. You're going for. Drag him. Stomo Trash. Marshall. Marshall. They got Chester. What? Who got Chester? A couple of cowboys. They roped him and dragged him out of town. Which way? West. I'm going with you. Come on. Chester. Chester. Get that rope up its feet. Shiloh. Right. Look at him, bleeding all over. They tore him to ribbon pump. I'll stay with him, Marshall, if you like. No, go get our horses. I want to get him to Doc right away. All right, Marshall. It's all over, Chester. I got you now. We'll be a doc soon. Well, Doc, he's in bad shape, man. Something's bothering his breathing. I don't know what it is. We'll just have to wait and see if it goes away. If he lives the next few days, he'll pull through. Next few days? I'll stay right here with him. I don't know why I sent him. I could have called. Don't blame yourself, man. I told him to go, didn't I? Yes. Can I talk to him, Doc? No, not for a while. All right. And you tell him this for Me, I'm going after those men. And I'm going to bring him back alive. Or at least half alive. In the street outside, waves of heat moved back and forth, making things seem unreal. Like Chester lying up there at docks. That seemed unreal somehow. I walked down to the jail. I went inside and I sat there for a while. Then all at once I got up, unbuckled my gun, I hung it on a peg behind a desk and I went over to the long branch. Hello, Matt. Kitty. I heard about Jessica. How is he? That doc doesn't know for sure. Oh, Matt, they were in here earlier bothering you. Who were they kidding? I never saw him before. But one was a kind of weasel faced man named Trevith. And the other one big man, real brute named Stobo. I think I see. What outfit did they say? Would it be the crow track? Yeah, yeah. The crow track's holding a herd up the river. All right. Thanks, Kitty. Wait a minute, Matt. Yeah? Where's your gun? It would have been easier for Chester if they'd shot him and killed him. But I don't. So I'm not gonna shoot them. If Chester dies, I'll hanged otherwise. Otherwise what, Matt? I don't know, Kitty. But I'm going to bring him back. And then we'll wait and see. You're taking an awful chance. Maybe, Kitty. Yeah. Man, look at on Chester once in a while, huh? Of course I will. Don't worry about him now. Thank you, Kitty. So long. Hey, Marshall. Yeah, what is it, Shiloh? I'll walk outside with you. Marshall, I. I want to ride after those cowboys with you. No, Shiloh, I'm going along. But I could use you here at the jail. Here I'm gonna take two prisoners. I don't know when or how, but I need a jailer when they come in. Well, I can still help you bring them in. No, that's something I gotta do alone. Marshall, you're a stubborn man. Okay, I'll do it. The keys are of a desk. Now wait a minute, Marshall. You're not armed. I know that. Shiloh, go back. Who's the trail boss here? I am. I don't need no riders. Maybe not, but you got two riders I need. How's that? What do you want, mister? This is the Crotrack outfit, isn't it? Yeah, that's right. I'm looking for a couple of your men called Stobo and Trevit. They ain't here, mister. Now where are they? Well, they come back this afternoon, picked up their gatherings and they left. Didn't even wait to get paid off. I'm telling you that just cause they're no good. And I'm glad they're gone. Which way they go? I wouldn't tell you that if I knew, mister. I didn't think you would. Who are you anyway? I'm a U.S. marshal out of Dodge. That's so. Well, I don't know what you want them for and I don't care. But you just how you figured to take him. Marshall. Don't put salt on our tails. But you'll all at least carry a club if you're going after that stowboy. He's mean and he's big. Besides being a Texan, we've hung Texans up here before, Mr. Marshall. Yeah, I heard Stobo and Trevit say they was headed west, following the Arkansas. Where you from, son? Texas, near Waco. What are you sniveling around informing on these men for that Stobo kicked me. He knocked me down and kicked me. All right, son, I'll ride along the Arkansas. But you ride back to Texas and learn how to fight your own battles. I cut straight down to the Arkansas and followed it west. After an hour or two, I spotted a hobbled horse alone. Stubbo and Trevit must have separated. I got down. Follow the animals tracks as best I could in the moonlight. Until I caught the dying colds of a campfire on the bank ahead. To one side I could make out the huddled figure of a man asleep in his blanket. It took a long time to crawl to his head where I saw the weaseled face of a man. Trevitt. His gun belt lay on a saddle blanket in easy reach. I stood up and I heaved it out into the river. And as Trivet set up with a snap, I kicked it back down. Don't shoot. Don't shoot. You sit up again and I'll smash your skull. Don't kill me. Don't kill me. Shut up. Where's your rope? I told you to lie down. Where's your rope? Under my saddle. You gonna lynch me? No, but you may hang legally if you live that long. All right. Keep your arms in that blanket and lie still while I get you roped up here. Who are you, mister? Let's just say that I'm a good friend to the man you dragged out of Dodge this morning. Sto was in on that too. It was his idea. He did it. Don't worry. I'll find Stowo there, that'll do it. You ain't Gonna leave me like this? No, Trevin. I'm gonna throw you across my horse and tie you on. He'll take you into Dodge, right to jail. When you get there, you tell Shiloh who you are. If he can still talk, he'll give you a nice clean cell. Marshall. I'll be back when I find Stovo. Well, you can't do it, Marshall. I'll die in that sun. A ride like that across a horse? No, no, listen. Stowbo's about a mile up river. We had a row and I left him. See, I told you. Marshall. Let me go. Now, Trevor, how'd you like to go to Dodge behind my horse with a rope around your heels? No, no, no, Don't. Don't. Marshall. Don't kill me. Don't worry, Trevit. Killing's too good. Hi, this is Dennis James. Say, remember way back when this melody was popular? There's something very special about a long time favorite, isn't there? Well, folks feel the same way about one of Kellogg's favorites. Kellogg's all brand. Going on 41 years now, it's been America's most popular good food. Way to fight irregularity from lack of bulk. Because it's whole bran, Kellogg's All Brand. Gentles away irregularities safely and reliably. And because it's deep toasted for extra crispness, it never gets mushy in milk. There's only one All Brand. Kellogg's All Brand. That's a double L hyphen. B, R, A, N. Kellogg's All Brand. I tied Trevit across my horse and started him off in the direction of Dodge. And then I forgot about him. Stobo was next. I rode west on Trevit's horse. Dawn was just breaking when I saw Stovo crouched behind a campfire cooking breakfast. His horse was saddled and stood nearby. I rode straight up, got down and walked over. You lost, stranger? No, I'm not lost too. No tricks, mister. I don't see your gun, but no tricks. Relax, Stobo. I'm unarmed. Who are you? Matt Dillon. I'm a U.S. marshal. Out of Dodge. You're a long way from Dodge, Marshal Sobo. You and your pal had some fun with a friend of mine yesterday. You hurt him bad. Maybe you killed him. You rode out here without a gun to tell me that? You're the craziest marshal I ever saw. I'm gonna shoot you, Marshal, and bury you in the river. Now, what do you think of that? I expected you would. What? Unless you want it on your conscience. That you refuse to feed a man on the trail. You better give me a piece of that pork first. You're about the coolest man I ever saw, Marshall. How do I eat? Sure you do. Just stand right there across the fire and don't move. I'll have to shoot you before you've been fit. I know. Too bad I only got one dish for your last meal, Marshall. A man can keep sassy on meat alone. Stubborn, you can. Well, it looks about done. This here pieces. All right. I've got your gun, Stubbo, so don't try anything. Just a few colds. It won't hurt you. Now shut up and get on your horse. Now move. I'll kill you, British washer. You can't hurt me like that. On your horse. Come on. Now get up there. Get up there. Now, you just sit there. I'm gonna throw a noose around your neck, so keep your hands down there. As soon as I get mounted, we're gonna ride toward Dodge. And you do anything I don't like and I'll jerk you off your horse and drag you. The rest of jail's on the left. See it? I see it. All right, pull up. Shiloh. Shilo. Hello, Marshall. This the other one? Yeah. Travis got here, huh? More dead than alive, but he's here. That was rough, Marshall. Real rough. Yeah. How about Chester, Shiloh? Tell me, Doc. Ain't sure yet, but he's alive. Lock Stobo up. I'm going over to Doc's. Sure, Marshall. Chester was asleep, but Doc let me take a look at him. Seemed to me that he had more trouble breathing than before. Doc said another day might see him out of it. There was nothing I could do. So I went out for a steak and some sleep. Next morning, I went back to the jail. Morning, Marshall. Everything all right, Shell. Doc looked over your prisoners. Trevor's pretty sick yet, but Stobo's all right. Got a few burns is all. Nothing could hurt that moose hang. It might. Sure. What if Chester pulls through? You can't hold us in, Marshall. There's no law that says. I don't like the sound of your voice. Trevor. Be quiet. Don't worry, Trevit. There's nothing he can do. You too, Stobo. Shut the door, Shiloh. I don't even want to look at him. You know that Stovo is a mean one, but I feel kind of sorry for Trevit. Then why don't you go cry about it someplace else? I don't feel sorry. Now, don't you take it out on me, Marshall. I didn't send Chester off to do my job. Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. Shiloh, why don't you go get some breakfast? I'll wait here now. I'll be back later. Hello, Matt. Oh. What? Well, what is it, Doc? Chester. He's gonna be all right. You sure? Of course, Matt. His breathing has changed. The pressure's off somewhere. Oh, he's gonna be fine. That's good. Good. That's good. Course, he'll be in some pain for a while yet. Yeah. All right, Doc. I, I, I'll come see him in a little while. I'll tell him that. Okay. All right. Come on, Trevor. Where to? Come on, I said. What's up, Marshall? I'll be back for you, Sto. Get going. Trevit. Tripper. Stobo did it, not me. You can't do anything to me. Shut up, Trevit. Your horse is down at the National. You go get on it. You turning me loose? You go get your horse and ride. And don't ever come back to Dodge. Not while I'm alive. Now go on before I change my mind. Sure, sure, I'll your next stubble. What you do with Trevit? Put a knife on him. Turn him loose. Come on. Get out of that cell. Am I free to? You will be in a little while. Marshall. Marshall, I. I just saw Doc. And he says it. Just where you going with Stobo when he shoot me in the back? Probably right. Marshall, I'm gonna do what I should have done three days ago when I sent Chester after you. Bring him out back. Shovel. Let's go, Stobo. Slow and easy now. Over here. You're gonna drag me, is that it? Will you try that? That's what you'd do, isn't it, Stowwolf? Don't you try. Never mind, Shiloh. Hold my gun. Look, Marshall, don't. You're gonna fight me, Marshall. You're crazier than I thought. Well, I'll tear you throat out if he wins. Let him go, Shiloh. Maybe I will. I said you'll let him go. All right, Marshall. All right. I guess this is your party. Come on, Marshall. I'll make it short for you. Real short. You're big, Stobo, but you're stupid. You're ugly stupid. All right, Marshall. Marshall, that's enough. Marshall. Cool. That's enough. All right, give me my guns. Shiloh. Here. You don't look too good, Marshall. I better get the dunk. He's hurt, but he isn't dead if he can't ride. Throw him on the stage. But get him out of here. If I see him again, I'll shoot him. Chester, what happened to you? I've been lecturing a couple of hard nosed cowboys. One of them in particular. I see. I'm sorry, Mr. Dillon. Them two kind of got the drop on me. Yeah, it sure did. Mr. Dillon. Yeah. Miss. Gentlemen, I've been thinking and. Yeah, what is it? Well, still not. I ain't much help to you here. Maybe it'd be better if I just kindly. Well, I've been thinking. You just stop thinking, Chester. I'm gonna tell you something. I need you here. You see, you're the only man at Dodge that I can really trust. The only one. Yes, sir. Will. You can trust me, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, I know that and I'm thanking you. But you know, you're sure no help to me lying there. You're no help to me at all. Well, I don't mean to stay here long. Doc says I'll be up and around again for too long. Now look, Chester, I'll go get patched up and then we'll make Kitty come over and fix us some steaks and we'll have some beer too. What do you say? That'd be fine, Mr. Dillon. My, I. 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And when you do, ask your dealer for Sylvania's free 32 page flash guidebook to help you take the best pictures ever. Remember this year, be set for Halloween with lots of Sylvania Blue Dot flashbulbs. Gun Smoke Produced and directed in Hollywood by Norman McDonald. Stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. marshal. The story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John Neston. Featured in the cast were Barbara Barney Phillips, Harry Bartel, Vic Herron, Lawrence Dobkin and Sam Edwards. Charlie Baer is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. This is George Walsh inviting you to join us again next week when CBS Radio presents another story on Gun Smoke Foreign.