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Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there is just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's where the US martial and the smell of gun smoke. The story of a man who moved with it. I'm that man, Matt Dillon, the United States martial, the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chance a job and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely.

Come on now. And you go. Chester, open up the cell. We got a customer. I think he gracious me, Mr. Dillon. He's been working out of good and steady. All right, then you go. I don't think I've ever seen him before. He wasn't in any shape to tell me his name. I ain't sure he'll ever remember it. Well, we'll give him time to recollect.

Come on, Chester. Let's go get some breakfast. Oh, you sure did a good job there, Doc. That's a beautiful little girl of Molly. Oh, I can't take much credit for that, Chester. No, but you didn't hurt her any bringing her into the world. I tell you, Chester, if every woman was as sensible about having children as Molly is, a lot of doctors have been out of work. Well, she's had a lot of practice. I'll say that for her. Well, that bruise of kids running around. She doesn't have much time to fuss about having another one, I guess. Well, anyway, it was good to see her again. She never has time to come into town anymore. I should think not. I don't have much time to get out of town.

Even the dry prairie looks good to me. Ah, look there. Blind in the road. Oh, yeah. I'll see you, kiddie. Oh, hi there. It's a woman. How is she, Doc? Is she alive? Oh, great Scott. Doc, what is this? Well, she's got a baby, kiddie. She was almost lying on top of a baby. A baby? That's what I said, a baby. Here, kiddie, hold it. Sure, Doc. I want to get that woman into town just a second.

Can I help you move her? I'll make it. You're a thing, she's just skin and all ones. Here and now, kiddie, you see if you can support her head a little bit. Hold her baby in your other arm. Yeah, all right, Doc. There. That's all right. Oh, that's fine, yeah. All right, now. We'll go. Hey, come on, come on, come on. Hey. Doc. Yes, kiddie? Did you call this her baby? I'm sure I did, you know. She was holding it so close she was nearly smothering it. I don't think the baby is hers. Oh, what kind of foolishness is that? She's a white woman, isn't she?

Well, if you can see for yourself, she's a white woman. Well, I just got a good look at the baby's face. It's an Indian baby, Doc. I remember. Here, I'll have a look at you. All right, George, kiddie, I believe you're all right. I'm sure I'm right. Well, no matter. It's best to get the both of them back to town. So, come on, come on. Oh, there you are, Matt. Where did you expect me to be? Well, I never expected to find you in your office. I'll tell you that. That nice buggy ride out in the country with kiddie didn't improve your disposition much, didn't it? Nice buggy ride. I need three calls. Chopped a load of wood for a lady Thomas.

And bought her a patient in the tent. All right, Doc. All right. I didn't mean to insult you with the idea of having a good time. No matter the fact, Matt, it might be a good idea for you to talk to the patient I brought in. Why? They've been shot. It's a woman. All right, then, as she's been shot. No, but she's in bad shape from exhaustion and exposure. And she has a baby with her. Well, it sounds more on your line than mine. I'm not so sure, Matt. You see, she's a wife woman, but the baby is Indian. Those things happen sometimes, don't they? Of course they happen. If you just listen to me, I tell you why I think this is different. All right, Doc. I don't think the baby's hers. I think she kidnapped her. Get in there. Maybe I better have a talk with her. But please go easy with the matter. Whatever she's been through has been very hard on her. You want me to see her or not? I want you to see her.

All right. Come on. Come on. All right, Matt. You can talk to her. Oh, looks like she's asleep, Doc. I don't think so. Go ahead and try. All right. Um, man. Man. I'd like to talk to you, man.

And the Marshall. It's about the baby. My baby. My baby. That's what I'd like to know about, man. The baby. Where is he? Give him to me. It's all right. It's all right. He's right here. No. No. They took him. They killed my baby. Who killed him, man? A savage. A savage Indian. Joe. Joe. Joe. Doc. You know Joe is. I think he must be her husband. The way she keeps calling his name. Yeah. Man. Where is your husband? Joe. Joe. Where is he? Joe. Run off. Joe, run off.

Baby. My baby. Give him to me. This isn't your baby, is it, man? They killed my baby. I know, but this baby. Why did you get this baby? A woman needs a baby. Give him to me. I'm going to give him to her, man. It may quite. I'm going to bring her all of this. All right. There you are. You just hold him there quiet and gentle. Baby. Baby. Baby. Man. He's an Indian baby. They took my baby. So you took this one?

Baby. Baby. Joe. Joe. I guess it's only just talking during the moment. Maybe later. Yeah. All right, Sarca. Maybe I'll know more about it later myself. It's all right with me, Mr. Dunham. Right away, out here. I'm glad to hear that, Chester. But it don't seem to me that you can be sure of yet. Any words? Just pick out of any little bunch of Indians. Ask them about one little baby. Like that needle in a haystack fellow will tell me about. I'm not sure. Oh, sir, you just don't figure to prove out.

It won't prove out if we don't start somewhere either. Well, yes, yes, you're right. But I... Do me a favor, will you, Chester? Well, I sure I will, Mr. Dunham. I'd be proud to... Just keep your dots to yourself until I get through here, will you? I sure I sure will. All right. I'll leave the horses here. All right. Don't look like there's nobody here, but just the squalls and kids. Yeah. And they're probably off hunting. Right until... Well, there's one, Mr. Dunham. There's brave. Yeah, it's all hawk-wing. You stay here, Chester. I'll go to some time. Thank you. I've come to talk, hawk-wing. It is well. Sounds like you want to talk to me, too. It is well, the marshal comes before the young men return from hunting.

All right, hawk-wing, you tell me what's on your mind first. The marshal knows. It's your baby. Mm-hmm. But there are two babies, hawk-wing. A baby is missing from the little bird. But there are two babies, hawk-wing. A baby is missing from the lodgers. And the young men come back, there will be trouble. I want to talk about a white baby. The white baby, you did. It is said that your people took the white baby. That your people killed it. Mm-hmm. Not true. But you know the white baby is dead. My people buried white baby. That's tell me what happened, hawk-wing. Baby lay dead of fever in arms of mother. My people buried baby. The women brought the mother to the lodgers. What happened to the mother? The marshal asked that question. You tell me, hawk-wing.

The mother walked out into the night. She took baby of my people. You know this to be true. I know this to be true. All right, hawk-wing. I was afraid it might be. It would be well if a baby comes back before a young men return. Yeah. I think you may be right about that. Well, sure, she's better, man. I had to move here to Ma's smallies so she could be quiet for a while. I found out her name's Doris. That's all. Baby, she'll talk to me this time. She's able to. That's all I can say. Whether she will or not is nothing better. Well, let's go in and see.

Ma, I'll put her in a room on the first floor. Here it is. It's me, Doris. Doc Adams. I brought the marshal. You'd like to talk to you. I don't want to see him. It won't take long, Doris. It's important. Please. Go away. I can't, Doris. I've got to talk to you about the baby. My baby. How much just sit? I'm afraid he isn't yours. I'll care for a marshal. Well, I'm sure you would, Doris, but he still isn't yours. Is he? The mother has a right to a baby. An Indian mother has a right to a baby, too. But they took my baby, marshal. They killed my baby.

Your baby was sick, Doris. Isn't that so? Your baby died. They buried my baby. The savage is buried by baby. The Indian women were trying to help you. They took my baby right out of my arm. Because he was dead, Doris. And you really know that, don't you? Don't you, Doris? No. Go ahead, Doris. It'll be better if you face up to it. I guess I know it, marshal. But the favor and all. Yes, I know you've been sick. And that may save your life. What do you mean? The Indians may be willing to let it go, then. But they get their baby back. Your baby. You'll have to give him back, Doris. Maybe they won't know, marshal. They've got lots of babies. Maybe they won't care. No. They care.

We'll have to give him back. But, marshal. Listen to me, Doris, I'm sorry for you. But I'm not so sorry for you that I'll risk an Indian uprising. The baby has to go back. Or your life won't be safe. Lots of lives won't be safe. He's right, Doris. Do what he says. Can I have him just tonight, marshal? And you take him in the morning? I guess that's all right, Doris. It's too late to get out there tonight anyway. But I'll have to take him the first thing in the morning. All right, marshal. First thing in the morning. Here's your coffee.

Those seem none too hot. You're about as ungrateful of a prince you as I've ever fed. Of course it's a might early, but the marshal me has to ride out the Indian camp. You gonna let me out? Maybe you will at that. He's got off a lot on his mind with that woman and her baby. I've been locked up long enough. What woman are you talking about? By that woman that took a baby from Indian. Walk right out of their camp with it. Nice as you please. I wish. I don't know if some woman in the Indian's found way out west town, some worse. Seems her baby got killed or something. And she went and kidnapped herself the Indian baby. What's her name? I ain't never heard her name. Look, you better turn me loose right now. What? What? Didn't you listen here? I told you. I told you. Hey out of here. What's the trouble here? I don't know. If you don't this fall, something starts on crazy.

Marshal. The woman and the baby. What's her name? I don't know her first name. It's Dory. That's my wife. No, let me out. Let me out. Just wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. You weren't doing that much good when she needed you before. I thought she was dead, Marshal. I thought she was both dead. I rode off to get help. It was awful sick. I know. I got lost, Marshal. I didn't find nobody. And when I got back to wagon, I seen the grave. I thought they was dead. I ain't cared about nothing since. I can't believe that. All right, let him out, Chester. Yes, she. Tell me your name. Joseph. That's your wife needs you pretty bad right now. I think you better go to her. Well, I sure want to do that, Marshal. Where are they?

Oh, shit. Matt. I'm in the back here, Doug. Yeah, what is it? Ah, the woman, Dory. She's taking the baby and gone. She did well, Dory's gone. Get the horses, Chester. Sure. Get one for Dad too, his wife's going to be needing him more than ever now. I'll finish where that woman can sure drive a bucket of good slip. Dory can drive, all right? Well, Joseph, hope she can drive fast enough this time. I think she might be able to get away, you know. But the brave haven't come back from hunting, she might have a chance. Marshal. Yeah, Dan. You think? If the engines get her with that baby, what will they do to her? I don't know. They have their own laws. I don't know what they'll do.

Mr. Don, look down here. The buggy. Yeah. He sure did wreck it. Quite a bunch of them. Look at those tracks. You think they got her? Yeah. I think they got her. Come on. Raise the shore back, all right, Mr. Don? Look at them horses. Must be a couple dead. Yeah, they're back, all right. Do we go in and shoot? You were born with more sense than that. We go and shoot, and we're dead as soon as we get there. Well, how do you figure it, Dan Marshal? We walk in as quiet as we can, and hope we can get out the same way. Let's leave the horses here. Just walk slow and easy, and let me do the talking. She's my wife. You better hope it'll stay that way.

Just don't stop anything. It's quieter. We are the better our chances are. Sure. Oh, dear. Caroline and up. Waiting for her. Just walk easy. I'm going to go. Waiting for her. Just walk easy. All right, just far enough. I've come to talk with Hawkewing. Send for him. He's going to happen? Yeah. Dory. I see Dory. She's there. Take it easy. Well, they got her tied up. Wait a minute. Hands off me. He unconscious, Michelin. He's lucky he isn't dead. You're a brave man to come here now, Marshal.

I've come to ask that your people be merciful. I've come for the woman. Did you not decide it about the woman? She is saying much trouble, Hawkewing. She took baby from my people. The woman was sick with fever, Hawkewing. There was an evil spirit with it. My people had not harmed her. Yet she took baby. The baby is back. The baby is unharmed. Let her go, Hawkewing. I have told you it did not decide it about the woman. Man, you struck down. Who is he? He is the white woman's husband. When she was found, the white woman and baby, there weren't no husband. It is I said, Hawkewing. She was sick with fever. The husband had gone for help. She needs help now. Her husband cannot help her now. No, Hawkewing. Your people are the only ones who can help her now. Mr. Dawg. Her Indian woman's a baby. She's coming up here.

Just keep quiet. I am the mother, Hawkewing. Let me speak. Little bird has suffered. I know. And I am sorry. But white mother has suffered more. My baby is back with me. He shows good care. Her baby will never come back. What are you saying, little bird? I wish. White mother, go free. You do not wish that she be punished? She has been punished enough. Come then. We will tell the council. You think they will set her free, Michelin? I think they will, Jester. They think they are pretty straight. And I have an idea that Dorian Joe will be able to start all over again.

The story was especially written for gun smoke by Marion Clark. The author of Supervision by John Mesmer. Gun smoke. The produced and directed in Hollywood by Norman McDonald stars William Conrad as Matt Dillan, US Marshal. The story was specially written for gun smoke by Marion Clark. The author of Supervision by John Mesmer. The featured in the cast, Regina Bates, Ralph Moody, and McParrot. Harley Bear is Jester Howard McNair, is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. This is George Walton. Why are you to join us again next week when CBS Radio presents another story on gun smoke. The latest news follows the Mitch Miller with tonight's guest stars

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