Gunsmoke

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Well, Tate Gifford, you old son of a gun.

Hank.

My God, I sure miss seeing you around here.

You looking fine.

I'm making out. Thank you.

I haven't been able to get out your way

since your boy was took.

Mighty sorry.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I, uh...

I come for his horse, Hank.

Well, he's in mighty good shape for you.

The only trouble is Cale is out working him now.

Cale?

Yes, young fella I got to help me now.

He gives your horse a good workout every morning.

A long time there, I...

I figured I couldn't bear laying eyes on him again.

That is foolishness.

He's a good horse.

I can use him.

Well, Cale'll be back within the hour.

I'll be in town that long.

- Stop by on my way to the ranch. - Hey.

If you ever take a notion to sell him,

why, Cale, he's took an awful shine to him.

He'd be mighty interested.

I won't be selling him now, Hank.

Hey. Hey, Chester, wake up.

- Mm? - Wake up!

Oh.

Ooh!

The lines are all tangled!

Ooh, let go of the line, it's my toe!

Just-just look out of the way!

Oh, you're choking the life out of it!

I'm gonna try and land this.

Oh.

Oh.

- Oh! - Ooh.

Oh.

Whew.

What's the matter?

Well, I kept on telling you it was my toe.

I had the line looped around it,

and when you kept pulling the pole like that,

well, golly, you can see what that there'd do.

You had the line looped around your toe?

Yeah.

So's it'd wake me up, you know,

in case that something got on my line.

Worked like a charm, didn't it?

Well, way that I was dreaming of it, sure did.

You know, I was pulling catfish out of there

faster than you could bait my hook.

Caught a mess of frogs, too.

Well, I'm sure glad of that.

I just love frogs' legs.

Well, we got a good plenty of 'em.

How about some coffee to wash 'em down with?

Oh, yeah. Thanks a lot.

You-you know what you was doing?

You was frying potatoes and fixing the biscuits.

Really? I thought I was baiting the hooks.

Well, uh, y-you was.

You was doing just about everything that you could

to-to be a help.

Come on, let's get on back.

Oh, well, here, let me help you round up the place.

Well, that's all right.

I'll take care of this, and you go get the horses.

Oh, well, Miss Kitty,

are you gonna just give up on the fishing that-that quick?

Who's that?

Well, that looks like Cale, isn't it?

By golly, it sure does.

Hey, Cale!

Cale!

Well, he can't hear you.

I wonder where in the thunder he's off to.

He's sure riding like the wind.

If he keeps that pace up,

he's gonna be in Colorado before we get any breakfast.

Well, I just don't understand it,

riding off this hour of the morning.

Ain't a thing out west of here.

Well.

Tate, how are you?

Marshal.

How much work you figure a horse needs every morning?

Well, I don't know. Why?

Three hours or so is plenty, don't you think?

Well, I guess so.

What are you asking me for?

Hank Miller tells me this young fella's a friend of yours.

Cale?

Yeah.

Well, he was due back hours ago with my horse.

Hank tells me you'll vouch for him, this Cale.

Well, sure, I'll vouch for him.

I don't know where he is right now.

Well, I think you better find out where he is.

Hank ought to know.

Only, he doesn't.

Now, I came in for my horse, Marshal,

and I want him.

This young friend of yours ran off with him;

up to you to catch him.

All right.

Guess I better get on over there and have a talk with Hank,

find out what this is all about.

Yeah, that's the way it was, Marshal.

There was no note or nothing.

I know there wouldn't be, though.

If Cale had had anything to say, he'd have said it right out.

He just rode off like he does every morning?

That's about the size of it.

The only difference is, this morning he ain't come back.

Been asking around town about this Cale.

Folks don't seem to know much about him.

Well, he keeps pretty much to himself.

Can't get anyone else to claim him as a friend.

Just you two.

Well, he's a young fella, Tate;

he's got a lot of things to learn,

but honesty isn't one of 'em.

Now, if I thought he'd steal your horse, I'd tell you.

Yeah, there's no question about that.

I'd say there was some question about it.

I got to get back to the ranch.

But I want that horse, Marshal.

And I don't care how far you got to ride to get him!

Come on.

Hmm.

Never heard Tate talk like that before.

Well, he's been keeping his grief quiet a long time, Hank.

He's just yelling a little, that's all.

Yeah, reckon so.

You know, Marshal, I'm worried something's happened to Cale.

Yeah.

Wish he'd tell somebody what's on his mind once in a while.

He can't do that; that's just his way.

It's just gonna cost me a long ride.

You going after him?

I guess I'll have to.

Which way did he leave town, do you know?

Well, uh, I think he went west.

Yes, I know he did; he went west.

All right, I'll see you later, Hank.

Well, morning, Mr. Dillon.

Well, wondered when you were gonna show up, Chester.

Oh, I tell you, that early morning air

out there on the river

really whips up a man's appetite.

I ate two catfish breakfasts this morning.

You mean to say you and Kitty

actually caught some catfish out there?

No, no.

Well, Miss Kitty almost did, except she didn't see

how the line was wrapped around my big toe.

So she invited me

and treated me to two catfish breakfasts

at Delmonico's.

Well, good. You ought to be wide awake, then,

ready to take over here for me.

Yeah.

You coming or going?

I'm going.

Cale rode out onto the prairie with Tate Gifford's horse,

and nobody seems to be able to find him.

I'm going out and look for him.

Well, you might as well forget about that.

You ain't gonna catch Cale, not this morning.

Oh, did you see him out there?

Yeah, when we was out there on the riverbank,

he went past us like we was just standing still.

Course, which we was, at the time.

Standing still.

He was just riding like the wind.

Was he headed west?

Just like there was a prairie fire behind him.

You want me to ride with you, Mr. Dillon?

No.

You'd better stay here

and keep an eye on things, Chester.

I'll sure do it.

I'll keep my eyes wide open.

Cale?

Cale!

Thank you, Marshal.

Well, I looked him over.

I guess he's all right.

He seems to be.

How come he left his saddle?

I don't know, but if I find Cale, I'll ask him.

Saw the horse alone.

Oh, you think he's hurt?

I think there's a good chance of it.

I wouldn't ride out in this wind, Matt.