Speaker 1: Across the rugged Indian territory rides a tall young man
on a mission of mercy, his medical bags strapped on
one hip, his six shooter on the other.
Speaker 2: This is Doctor six Guns.
Speaker 1: The National Broadcasting Company brings you another episode in.
Speaker 3: The exciting adventure series.
Speaker 1: Doctor six Guns, Gray Mats and m d was the
gun toting frontier doctor who roamed the length and breadth
of the old Indian territory, friend and physician to a
white man and Indian alike. The symbol of justice and
mercy in the Lallace West of the eighteen seventies, this
legendary figure was known to all as Doctor sex Gun.
There are many men who say that the history of
the West is the history of guns. The navy coats
of the James Gang, the Smith and West in forty five,
the Winchester carbine, the Gambler's tiny denger. Well, perhaps this
is true in a country where almost all of old
males carry firearms, all except me? And who am i?
Bablo the gypsy puddler And this is my friend Midnight.
He's a raven, got you kind of gay? See he
talks to the alarmed. He never carries a carn either.
Perhaps he has picked up that philosophy from me. Forty
is litten. He who lives by the sword shall perish
by the sword. And I imagine that would hold equally
as well for a forty five caliber pistol. But this
is not the philosophy adhered to by my friend that
six gone, for he travels leaning slightly to the right
from the weight of his gone. I remember once we
were traveling together and we entered the cattle town of
Railand in the eastern part of the territory, and Dark
and I had both come off Sir Dack dispensing medicines
and good advice, while I attended to the spiritual requirements
such as needles and pins and ribbons. Hands gone. Since
we were in last year gablong Ye, yes, I see
six saloons grow where but two grew before? Well, I
suppose that is probably, But then I was taking that
great deepo and the cattle yards down by the railway. Oh,
that's three hundred miles off the northern end of the
cattle trail from the south, which accounts for the saloons.
With all those wages being paed out of the cow hands,
someone has to take charge of it. We surveyed this
street and picked out an imposing edd of this with
a gold lettered sign across the entrance which read the
Cattle Palace and compared to a chave's saloon the power
of Frenchman's fork. It was, indeed the palace. The bar
single stretched for miles, and there were half a dozen
bar keeps station behind it, and they're checked the best
for expointment, and their hair parted neatly in the middle.
What's your pleasure, gentlemen? Whiskey for my friend? I'll take
a bottle of thatt uh Arkansas Springs mineral water if
you got it. Well, mister, I can serve the whiskey,
but I can't serve you well. Uh, if you don't
have the mineral water and glass, that'll your gun? Thought
about it? You ain't supposed to have it. What do
you mean? Well, we got an ordinance here in rail
and had nobody carry a gun except in the low. Oh.
When I went with that fat last year was the
Marshal's idea? I say that sounds interesting. Uh, what do
I do with my gun? You can shake it down
at the Marshal's office or at the World's fargo or
right here at the saloon, except the boss charges two
bits for check. And see if I was you, i'd
towed it down to the Marshall's office and get it free. Well,
I don't mind the quarter, but uh, I'm I'm interested.
How's it worked out? Well, I'll tell you. First couple
of weeks it was a caution. Seemed like when you
took a gun away from many one of them cow
folks traveling through. He felt like he was losing his
pan for so anybody get hurt? Yep, one or two
unidentified corpses got planted out on boot Hill with bullets
in their eyes. Marshall Landers is the right capable man
on the firearm, because the Marshall find it got down
on the gunplay let her ask him. Mister right up
there leaning on the bar, the ball fell a boy
the spittoon. Oh yeah, well, here's my gun and here's
my two bits. You can bring our drinks up by
the market. You see, Buck, many times I've spoken to
you of the advantages of monk carrying a gun. And
now eye and two bits while fivela the saloon. Don't
get it anyway, one way or another. Uh that uh,
that must be the Marshall. Excuse me, Marklanders. Huh what
is it, mister, I'm doctor Matson from Frenchman's Board. Uh,
and this is my friend Pableau the Uh if Barkeep's
just been telling me about your your ordinate Oh well no,
there are two schools have thought about that. I got
the idea of wire earth at the dog I served
under Empress Bell at Helens and Kansas. He used to claim,
if you took them deadly weapons off a gang of
cow punchers, no matter how drunk they got, there was
no more dangerous than a gang of farm and back
east somewhere. I don't know's I go that fire with him,
but I can tell you if I had my choice,
when I got a haul of crazy drunk wading into
the poke on the Saturday night, I just as soon
I was the only one took my gun. I can
see that at Barkeep said you had a little gun
play when you enforced the ordinance, just enough to keep
my hand. Uh, Attorney Doctor, there's nothing so competent of
a peace officer as to know we can walk down
the street with a good chance to get me the
end of it without a slug in his back. It
was a little strange for one use to the lethal
atmosphere of the bull run to see a whole raw
men lined up at the bar with their pants on
an even keel and not pulled to one side by
the weight of a gun belt and pistol. It was
about eleven o'clock in the evening when we saw a
practical demonstration of the rail and Ordinance at work. There
was a crash and the clatter outside. The swinging doors
burst open, and in the doorway stood the man, wavering
slightly on his high heel, boots, his hat on the
back of his head, and bulking large at each hip
a gun.
Speaker 4: I'm wilably of me, and I ain't heard of on
the news, and.
Speaker 1: This here's my night. A howl eddie. Yes, mister Fitzimmons,
get out the back way and look for Marshall Anders.
And when should I look? Don't know where to look.
Try the silver horn stockman's rest, my judge, peace, you
can't find him anywhere else.
Speaker 3: Go down to his ear.
Speaker 1: He's there. What do you want I should tell him
to Fitzimmons, I only got a life one up here
with two guns as big as life and twice as natural.
When I go and get out. Yes, sir, I'll get
him expecting barking. It's here and this business, I'm always
expecting trouble.
Speaker 4: And here I'm half horse, half alligator. I can walk
my weight and come axes and rastle a long horse
there with my bare hands and the court uncle, and
I'll lick the man at testany So barkeep whisky.
Speaker 1: Sorry, man, sir, I can't serve you.
Speaker 3: Ah, what are you talking about?
Speaker 4: I got money here, I got tight off this morning,
and I got twelve dollars left, and I had to
see you down before doorn. Now come on now, whiskey and.
Speaker 1: Fill the glass up.
Speaker 4: Took these sparkles and twiggles like a pretty girl on.
Speaker 3: A hay ride.
Speaker 1: All right, let's heir, it just can't ah, what do
you mean? I just can't say that.
Speaker 4: So see as much as my job by cheap, you're
getting down right and something.
Speaker 1: I'll keep your shirt on. Tell now listen here, I
ain't no more for stalling around. You'll listen to me.
Speaker 4: Your pot bully the wheeler.
Speaker 1: With them two split pearls hanging down over your eyes.
Speaker 4: You get a glass and whiskey up.
Speaker 3: Here on the bar for around like ble to lay.
Speaker 1: You walk behind it, pump fast, losing my paces. It
ain't nothing personal, cowboy, it's your gun. You gotta check
him before you can get served to drink.
Speaker 4: Huh, what are you talking about?
Speaker 1: You logo at the city ordinance? Ain't nobody can carry
guns inside of town? Who fears I car you? Why?
A line of bullets through each one of your ears around?
I'll take it easy. I told you it wasn't me.
Speaker 4: Then who is it who says I can't tie him
own guns?
Speaker 1: All right too?
Speaker 5: Who are you?
Speaker 1: Ooh? First you got the tin star and your vest.
You must be the marshall. That's right, our listener to me, cowboy,
I'll give you just three to check your guns. Piece
about at the bar here or else I'll take him
away from you myself, like to see you do that.
You will, all right, cowboy one?
Speaker 4: But what kind of crazy law is that man can't
carry his own guns?
Speaker 3: Well?
Speaker 4: I pray for them myself to pay word. We got
here in this town a saloon or.
Speaker 1: A church, socials pray, I'll ride my cowboy. I'll check
your guns once you hit me with marshall brass snuckers, cowboy,
my hands and as hard as they used to be.
And your feet can come with me. What do you mean.
Speaker 4: You got my guns?
Speaker 1: Haven't shoe? What board? Your ten days of your time
in the cooler? Ten days for what resistant an officer
on your feet? Let's keep going. And so the ordance
in the town of rail End was enforced by Marshall anglers.
Doc was very impressed. No path law, that ordinance. That
must be the answer half of shootings and Frenchman's border,
either from some kind of drunken horse play or or
cow folk with an exaggerated sense of humor. Huh. Why
it's like the Middle Ages when everybody wore a sword,
fought all the time. Take the guns away and they
won't beat quick to fight? Oh you think not? By sure,
man doesn't really expect to get hit with a bullet,
but he knows darn well. But if he gets into
a fist bike, he's able to get a mouthful or nothing.
But do you think such an ordinance would work in
Frenchman's port. I don't know, but I should like to
see it tried. I get awful, tired of probing for
bullets and throwing up wounds. I've got more important things
to do. Doc tried to convince the foul New Frenchman's
fort to endorse such an ordinance, but without mutable success.
Oh shay, the bullholl Saloon expressed the most frequent.
Speaker 5: Objection, Nah, you just can't change human nature. Now, Callahan
is just gonna naturally carry a gun. I always have
and I always will.
Speaker 6: But I tell you I've seen it work in real
end Well might work in a real citified Eastern kind
of place like rail Land, but out here in the territory,
it's just flying.
Speaker 1: In the face of nature. Nah. Don't you got to
tell me about nature? O say, I've delivered a good
many infants in my time, and not one of them
arrived packing a cartridge, belt, holster and forty five. Yeah,
well you've got a point, Doc, But I'm telling you
it just won't work. Doc got no help in his
campaign the shedder, who might be expected to approve such
a move. It put it these ways, all our rock.
You're gonna figure it this way. Ain't a man gets
himself in trouble with a row. It's a long gets
yourself in trouble with a man. Now, that's ridiculous. Shadow
the way I figure it, the less laws are around here,
the less fellers are gonna be tempted to break them.
Maybe you just be afraid to enforce an ordinance like that. Oh,
maybe you got something there, Rock. I ain't no wire
or I ain't no Milton Manders either. I don't care
them crazy cow handshoot each other full of horse as.
So long as you don't steal no horses or wrestle
no cowds, you get fancy ideas about the US man
ain't gonna get nowhere around here trying to separate no
man from his guns. But still, the bright picture of
a revolvalist town glimmered before Doc, until the whole mester
became a town joke and all serious possibility of pouring
it into effect disappeared. And so the next spring, when
Doc and I again rode into the town of rail End,
Doc was a little thoughtful and a little sand suppose
we might as well stop it at the Marshall's office
and check my gun now, point fang two bits to
the cattle palace. Hell, I beat you down there, how
have you? What was it the mural whofer waiting for you? Well,
just do make sure there's a head on it. Oh,
I'll have it waiting to say it?
Speaker 4: Yes?
Speaker 1: What can I do for you? I'm uh, I'm looking
for the Marshall. What do you want with him? I
don't just wanna say hello and check my gun. I'll
take your gun. You a deputy? No? Well, uh, where's Marshall?
Anders ain't no such anema? What do you mean Andrews
ain't Marshall no more? I am oh, alright, I hadn't
heard that happened a month ago. What's your name? Mister
Matt's and doctor Matts and Frenchman's for it? Alright, Doc,
just hand over your gun? What uh? What happened to Anders? Nothing?
He just ain't Marshall anymore. Well, here's my gun if
you see and there's tell him I asked after him.
But here, sure, I will just keep your nose cleaning
my town. Doc, How what do you mean by that?
Just what it sounds like? You can pick your gun
up on the way out of town. I was waiting
for Doc at the Cappitle Palace. It hadn't changed in
the year except for the addition of an oil painting.
I mean, who would have had she been in three dimensions?
Fallen over immediately on her face? There was a distinct
difference in the quality of the liquid refreshment. And I
was debating this fact with the barkyp when Doc came up.
I wasn't here. Peddler asked her whiskey, and I served
your glass. All the whiskey I got all comes out
of one barrel. Excuse meself. Half of it may come
out of a barrel.
Speaker 2: The other have undoubtedly comes out of a well.
Speaker 1: Doc, I have often drawn bad whiskey, I have sometimes
drove bad water by by object from them being combined.
I listen, mister, I don't let your friend here make
a fuss. I'll only get us all into trouble. That
whiskey really watered. But you may think my word for
the doctor. It's strange. It was not so last year.
There are a lot of things changed since last year.
You haven't any trouble, Concis don't know, mister Carson, No
trouble all, just talking a couple of old friends, that's all. Yeah.
I just call me if there's anything wrong. That's what
I'm here for. Oh sure, sure, sure I will. I
ain't no trouble, not at all, not at all. When
you get through, bring me double over them. The table. Sure,
mister Carson, fire, I guess see what you could have done. Now,
if you don't want to risk you just get out
quite whether you don't make no trouble. Who was a
candy Carson? He's a deputy Marshall? Does the Marshall's office
always take such a close interest in your clientele? There's
a deputy in all the place, up and down the street.
Keep the order, you know? Uh? Huh? I suppose you're
bringing him his drink on the house. Oh sure? And
all he does is keep order here and it's alone.
Sure he's a deputy any uh I suppose so anyway
he has the star they uh, you know, if mill
Anders are still in town. I listen, mister, will you
drink that poisoned mineral water or whatever? You've got to
take your business across the street to the stockman's rest.
I got enough t listen what happened to Andrews. You
will excuse me, gentlemen, I gotta serve mister Carson. At
about three o'clock in the morning, Doc and I were
sleeping a room at the hotel. Who who's there? Okah,
what's the matter? Somebody's sick? I mean, just a minute.
Not what is you know some one of the or
Oh no, what's the matter? Come here? Doctor? Who is that?
Elton Anderson? Oh from Stranders? Come on in? Anything wrong?
Somebody sick? No? At least? Why is not the way
you mean? Well? Quite a minute out? I like the lamp. No,
don't bother. I heard you was asking for me. That's right?
Anything special? Why no?
Speaker 6: No?
Speaker 1: I just thought i'd say hello. There is an impression
you gave Carol Benson. You mean the new Marshall. That's right?
You give orders to have your run out of town
tomorrow morning. What that's why I came to see you tonight.
When you open that door tomorrow morning, there probably be
a couple of his death that is waiting for you before.
What charge could he have against me practicing medicine without
proper qualifications? That's ridiculous one thing, I haven't even been
practicing medicine in rail Land. Then for another, I save
your breath to cool your coffee. Doc. You got a choice.
You can either wait and get heaved out tomorrow morning
or ride out with me. Now, what is there? What's
going on here? We came into this town last year
and why it was as peaceful as a church. Ah,
that was last year. Well what happened? Who is this Benson?
How'd he get to be Marshall? Let's hold Doc. I
don't know as I can discuss Carol Benson without raising
my voice, and I wouldn't want to get overheard right now.
But how'd he get to be Marshall? That's the way
it is with politics, Doc. In Washington and the territorial capital,
Republicans come and go, and so to the Democrats. They
take care of their own. That's why I got a
point in the first place. Right now, Benson's in and
I'm out. Look, Doc, I suggest you make up your
mind whether you're gonna leave town on your own steam
or on request. Well, I suppose I might as welcome
with you, paddler. I'm with you, duck. You know you've
been asked to leave places several times in my career
and it is not always a pleasant sensation. Well let's
go then, I'll just poke the fire up. Not a
bad place up here in the house. And I suppose
he's the Marshal's office, but it does what happened in Rayland, mister, andys?
Who is this Benson? He's the marshal only man in
town that can carry a gun. I took care of
that for him. But what's he doing? I'd say, Carol
Benson and his buddies are having a rare old time.
I got all the saloons in place of entertainment lined up.
I gotta kick in a percentage of that take for
extra protection. Is we saw that in Operation Benson to
take on every head of cattle it goes through the
railroad pains. He's got to deal with the roads for protection.
I mean the railroads are paying them off too. Sure
it's worth it to them. That ain't the whole of it.
You can walk down the streets of rail end and
see killers and rustless from all over the territory looking
like butter wood and melting their mouths, and save us
in the church. How's that? He'll welcome doc for so
long as they parked their guns. Can't they agree to
do that? Sure, with a marshal the only one who
can carry a shooting iron, they got nothing to be
afraid of, not so long as they pay them off.
But can't you do something? Oh h, there's a worn
out for my arrest?
Speaker 3: What for you see?
Speaker 1: Somehow or other? The telegram from the Territorial capital replacing
me with Bence, and got delivered to him. He stepped
up to me at the barn and the stockman's rest
and tried to arrest me for carrying a gun. He
didn't mention the why. After I put a bullet through
one of his deputies tried to jump me from behind me.
I wanted for murder. Can't you fight it out? There's
a lot of them know only one knee. I ain't
that good with a gun, nobody is. I suppose he
gave yourself up. They they'd have to shift it to
the circuit court, the trial in case it's stand out, Doc,
it's sure a caution. How many prisoners Benson's hold in
that jail that suddenly gets shot trying to escape? Oh,
I really rigged myself a rabbit trap, Doc, and it's
got me by the leg for fair, I mean the
ordinate I remember when I put it through tho I
hand the shot told me there was something in the
Constitution about the right of the people of their arms.
I told him I wasn't interested in the Constitution. I
had a hurl of white animals to corral, and if
I could deal horn 'em. I was going to That's
the way I looked at a doc. I wasn't stepping
on nobody's toes but murderers and drunk peace breaking cowbooks.
He couldn't have foreseen what Benson's doing. Nope, I couldn't.
So I just went ahead, didn't I funny? An ah
Very who was writing away doc found like Rayland ain't
going to be worth much with shootings and law breaking.
But I reckon I was trying a short cutter. I'm
sure made it easy for cow Benson. Mister Anders, what
are you gonna do? I figured, I'm sneaking down through
Texas and shipping out and starting in with cattle down
in South America. I has to know something about punching cows.
I reckon I could learn to do it and spamish.
There must be some way at to clean bencing out.
I reckon there is, doc, but it ain't my way.
Only would I had a shot of somebody like that.
I messed it up on Earth? Who would figure just
chepping a piece of a thing like a constitution wou
nd me up? Chasing longhorns in Argentina. Well, there is
no heroic end of this tale. The town of rail
End is still under Marshall Benson, and there is some
hope that after the next election there may be a change,
but I doubt it. For one thing, the opposition candidate,
a young lawyer named Hendershot, was killed by a Deputy Marshall,
who claimed he mistook him for a rustler. There was
one aftermath. We rode into Frenchman four on a Saturday
night and stubbed at the bull run. There was a
gay frolic on their way as we entered. I look out, boy,
don't crawl through the mill. I'll look out for the
bullet me free. I think that after tonight you might
convince so Shape to back your orders. The game has
gone to see no now, Pablo, I'm afraid I have
lost enthusiasm for that ordinance. Let him carry their guns.
Some day they'll put them aside. May not be as
easy as taking them away now. But in the long run,
that's a pretty sound document. That's a constitution. It's worth
throwing up a few bullet holes.
Speaker 3: For Doc six Gun is played by Carl.
Speaker 1: Weber and Pablo by William Griffis. The night scrip was
written by Ernest Kennoy. Heard in the cast were William
Keane as O'Shea, Sata's Ortega as Anders Jordas Satus as Matt,
and At Clark as the Barquie Doctor. Six Sons starring
Carl Webber as the Frontier Doctor with William Griffis as Pablo.
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