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There ain't no law unless it's a 45 caliber crank. That was Wichita, Kansas in May 1874, the boom cow town that knew no law but that of the men who lived by guns and died by them. And out of this raw frontier and others like it have come stories of the peace officers who brought law and order. There were men like Bat Masterson, Pat Garrett, and Wyatt Earp. And around each there has sprung up a veil of truth and legend, strangely mixed, difficult to separate. But one thing stands clear through time. They brought law and order in their own way. This then is part of the story of Wyatt Earp. Late on a May evening, 1874, Wyatt Earp rode into Wichita. It was quiet. The cowboy who lounged at the end of the toll bridge and sang his song and watched as the lean figure approached. Howdy. Well, howdy. It's a right pretty song. Yeah, wrote it myself. Just come to Wichita? Yep. Hotel close around? Well, just down there, you follow your horse's nose. Much obliged. Not at all, stranger. Figured on staying awhile? Good evening. Depends. See you around. Yeah, I'll be around all right. So long. Yiddick. When you travel down the road that leads to nowhere, and you drift along the tracks. Howdy. Howdy. What's the odds against getting a room? None. Easy to get. By yourself? Sure. Sign here. Want to inside or outside room? No difference. Wyatt Earp. Is that your name? Yep. Earp. You know what that sound like? Don't say it, mister. All right. Just let it go at that. Say Wyatt Earp. Earp. What's the matter? You the same Wyatt Earp that was Marshal of Ellsworth a piece back? I reckon so. Least ways they pinned a badge on me. Then you the same guy that Buffalo Ben Tompkins. Buffalo, the worst gun toter in these parts. How about that room, mister? Oh, gone. I know there's something familiar about that name. You see, tell me about it. Look, I came here to forget about that. All I want to do is settle down and go into some kind of business. Now, got that room for me? Sure, sure. Come on. You know, folks here just wouldn't believe it when they hear tell about how Ben Tompkins got thrown in the calaboos. You see, how about tell me about it? Nope. Oh, now here's your room. Oh, but this Tompkins thing. They say is how you... How much obliged for the room, old timer? They say is how Ben Tompkins quit cold in you. Is that right? Tell you a little secret, partner. Yeah? Oh, what is it? I'm sleepy. Oh, morning, Wyatt. Oh, morning. Breakfast up yet? Sure is. I ain't had mine yet, though. Thought I'd set them out with you. Maybe we could talk. It's hard to talk and eat at the same time. Not for me. Reckon not. What do you got? I got a little something to tell you. I'm sorry. What is it? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. What do you got this morning? Eggs. Make it two. Look them straight up. Bake them with them. Sure thing. Two up, Eddie. Bake them. The share table be all right? You sure you're hungry? Sure. Why, sure? That's what I figured. Come on, pops. Let's have some grub. Dog gone. He would have to come in here. Who? That big cowboy. Know him? No, can't say as to how do. George Peshauer. Oh, that Peshauer, huh? Sure. Oh, you heard of him, huh? Uh-huh. Gunman. Yeah. Poison. Plain, ordinary poison. Hey, pop, the grub. Rustle it up fast, huh? As soon as we get around to it, George. Now. Yeah, but Eddie's filling the order. Good. I'll take it. Tell him to bring it over. Must be hungry, huh, George? Was you talking to me? Yep. I take it easy, boy. I take it easy. Move over, pop. Now, listen, George. I don't want no trouble in here. Then don't ask for it. Now, you. Me? Yeah. Who do you think you are calling me, George? I don't mind if you call me Wyatt. It's real friendly-like. Say, you ain't looking for trouble, are you? Nope. Wait a minute. You said Wyatt, didn't you? Yep. Like it? Last name Earp? That's it. Look, boys, don't. I just got that new-looking glass in it from Kansas City. Shut up. So you're Wyatt Earp, huh? Uh-huh. The marshal from Ellsworth. I ain't marshal anymore. Just a plain citizen. Boys, come over here. Boys, meet Wyatt Earp, the marshal at Buffalo Ben Thompson. Howdy. Uh, you ain't wearing a badge now, huh? Nope. Turned it in. Figured on going into some kind of business for myself. Couldn't be you turned yellow after that play, could it? After one lucky day? That wasn't nice, George. You don't like it, huh? Nope. Want to do something about it? I... Well? No. All right, Earp, that's sensible of you. Now, you stay in Wichita as long as you feel like it, but don't pin no badge on here. We don't like peace officers. The day you pin on a badge is the day you call open season on yourself. Understand? It's pretty plain, George. All right, come on, boys. You sure you're Wyatt Earp? If I ain't, I shaved the wrong man this morning. But he called the turn, and you took it. Yep. Why? You're wearing a pair of guns. Sure, but you see, Pop, I was looking straight at six nasty cowpokes. I don't mind playing against Dodds, but that deck was a little cold. I heard tell you was the fastest on the draw of anybody. Maybe, but I'll tell you a little secret, Pop. Why didn't draw? Yeah? Why? I'm hungry. There you, hold up a minute there. You mean me? There you. What can I do for you, mister? You're Wyatt Earp, ain't you? Appears to me a lot of people in this town like to ask me that. Well, are you? All right, I am. You gotta come with me to the mayor's office. Oh? Maybe I don't want to see the mayor. Earp, you gotta come with me. I'm deputy marshal here. Deputy marshal? No, no, no, don't try no play, Earp. You better come peaceable like. Ain't much else a man can do when he's looking smack bang in the end of a.45. Slow down your guns. Ain't wearing them this morning. Oh, all right. Now, get off of your horse and walk in front of me. I'd kind of like to know what this is all about. You'll find out at the mayor's office. Let's go, Earp. Sit down, Wyatt. Oh, thanks, mayor. Guess you're wondering why I had you brought here. Yep. What are your plans here in Wichita? Mayor, I got $7,500 in my clothes. Maybe I'm thinking of going into business. Then you wouldn't be interested in another job. Depends. All right. There's a marshal's badge. Want to put it on? I hear that putting on one of these badges is declare an open season on yourself. This town needs a peace officer bad. It looks like it. What do you say? Well, I was figuring on setting up in business. I'm pretty young, Mayor Hope. Things look pretty good to me. That badge might slow me up. Permanent. Look, Wyatt, Wichita has been backed into a corner by every gunman and bully and bad man that hits here. They gang up and make every decent citizen afraid to stir out and open his mouth. Peshaw's a head man. In other words, get rid of Peshaw and the thing's over. Well, clear up a lot. What do you say, Wyatt? We'll pay 125 a month, furnish guns and ammunition? I told you I got 7,500 in my clothes. The salary don't mean anything. You're turning this down, then? I didn't say so, Mr. Mayor. Then what do you mean? If I took this job, it'd be for one thing. It ain't the job or the badge, and it ain't me personal. It's something a lot bigger than you or me or Peshaw. Maybe it's the country. It ain't going to grow if men like Peshaw keep shooting it down. Of course not. You want that bunch cleaned out, huh? Well, Wyatt... Yeah, what's the matter? Well, you see, Wichita's a cow town. We depend on the cow hands coming in from the trails to spend money here, to bring their cattle here. If we... well, if we play too heavy, they'll use some other town. How are you going to clean them out? That'll be your job. Let's put it straight. How far can I go in enforcing ordinances? Ordinances? What ordinances? No toting guns past the deadline I'll set up. Wait a minute. You can't put in an ordinance like that. Why not? Well, there you won't stand still for it. Look, Mayor, I still ain't picked up that marshal's badge. Either I play it my way or I don't take a hand. Well, how far can I go? Well, all right. All right, Wyatt. The limit. Give me that badge. Look at this, Willie. Look at this. By order of Marshal Earp, there will be no wearing of guns past the deadline set up. No gun toting? What's he talking about? Who does he think he is? And listen, there'll be no riding of horses into barber shops, stores or saloons. This guy ain't going to last long. I got my guns on right now, and I'd like to see anybody make me take them off. I'll wear them. Take off those guns, cowpoke. You're past the deadline. Take them off. Who do you think you are? I don't have to think much about it, cowpoke. I see you ain't wearing guns. Nope. If you was, you wouldn't talk so big. You're wearing them. Want to go for them? Go ahead, Shorty. Give that big mouth what for? Please, ma'am, don't talk like that. It ain't lady luck. Why, you, you, you big stuff, shorty. Well, ma'am, you're getting all red in the face. Shorty, you're going to let him talk that way to me? Earp, you ain't got a chance. Why, there's 20 of us here. Take a look in the storefront, Shorty. There's three deputies with shotguns ready to cut loose if there's any trouble. Now take off those guns. All right, but you're just asking for trouble. Sure. Now, that goes for everybody. The next man I see wearing his guns inside the deadline, I'll bend a.45 over his head and put him in a calaboose. These ordinances are going to be enforced, and that means for all of you. Me too, Mr. Marshal Earp. You too, George. George, let him have it. Seems you're getting awful big, Earp. Maybe so, Peshawar. Depends on where you stand. I'm wearing my guns. Yeah, well, maybe you ain't seen the ordinances yet. Maybe I have. George, you've been drinking a little. What about it? That's the only reason I ain't bending something over your head right now. You don't know what you're doing. Don't I? You got deputies with shotguns lined up and you ain't wearing guns. Mr. Marshal, I think you're a yellow coward. Better shut up, George. What for? I'm going to speak my piece right now. I told you when you come here that as long as you kept a badge off your shirt, it was all right. Now you got one pinned on. Go away, George. That's liquor talking. I said you're a coward. Peshawar, the next time I see you, you better not have guns on. Or if you have, you'd better be soaked. Wait a minute. You can't walk away from this. But I am. I'm turning my back on you, Peshawar. If you want to do anything about it, it's your play. Go on, George. Let the big poor flusher have it. Go on. Shut up. This is my play. Right now, Mr. Marshal Earp's playing in luck. But not for long. You are listening to Kansas Marshal, starring Henry Fonda as Wyatt Earp on The Cavalcade of America, sponsored by the DuPont Company, maker of better things for better living through chemistry. As the second part of our story opens, it is several days after Wyatt's encounter with Peshawar, and in the back room of one of the dance halls... He's yellow. Sure he's yellow. I called two turns on him already and he ain't picked up a card. That right, boys? That's right. Well, I don't know, George. Maybe he was just holding back. You're crazy, Billy. Ain't nobody holds back when another man calls him a yellow coward. Well, I ain't seen him draw. Maybe he is as fast as they say. Listen, Billy, listen. This is your chance to make a name for yourself. Get Wyatt Earp and there won't be a cowpoke, a gunfighter or anybody else. This side of the Rio Grande won't look up to you. Yeah, but what if he ain't wearing his gun? Well, he always does when he patrols us straight at night. Yeah? Oh, maybe he ain't as fast as they say. He's a four-flusher, Billy. Besides, when you make your play, have your gun out. Soon as he goes for his, let him have it. Well, I... But his deputies, what about them? Well, they don't patrol with them at night. Now, here. Here. Take my guns. And remember, about nine tonight, right outside here. Howdy, Marshal. Howdy, Mike. Good evening, Mr. Earp. Evening, Mrs. Wingroon. Making your patrol, Marshal? Yep. Kind of quiet tonight. Sure is. Looks like law has come to Wichita. Maybe so. Hold up, Marshal. Don't reach for them guns. All right, son, I won't. By Jove, they were right. Said you wouldn't make a play. Oh? Who said that, son? Never mind. And stop calling me son. All right. What's the play, mister? Don't come no closer. I just wanted to get a look at your face. Say, you're a pretty young fellow to be toting heavy iron like that. Shut up. I'm gonna kill you, Earp. Got any reason for it? Yeah, because you're a four-flusher. You got a pair of guns on you? Well, jerk them. Son, I'm telling you to put that gun away. I won't say nothing about this if you go away peaceable. It was right. You are scared to call a play. Go ahead, Earp. Draw. You got the drop on me, son. You'd be liable to shoot before I could reach. You know, I'm liking this a lot, Marshal. Me. I got the great Wyatt Earp treat. And I'm listening to him yelp a little. How's it feel, Earp? How's it feel, huh? Why, you are a four-flusher. A great... Drop the other gun, son. Pete, get this kid to Doc Windgroom. He's just hitting the hand. You sure Peshaw put him up to it, Wyatt? He had Peshaw's guns, Mr. Mayor. I guess George figured that if that kid got me every peace officer in the territory, he'd be buffaloed. You might have been killed, Wyatt. Maybe. But I figured on letting the kid keep on talking. He was hopped up to it. As long as he kept talking, he wouldn't shoot. Poor kid kept thinking what people'd say about him instead of watching for my draw. Well, what now, Wyatt? Now? Well, it appears to me like George and me got to play a little two-handed game. What are your plans? I don't rightly know yet, Mr. Mayor. But I got to make sure when we do tangle that I settle Peshaw for good. Maybe I'll think of something pretty soon. The Can I see you for a minute? Sure, Mr. Mayor. Excuse me, ma'am. Of course, Mr. Come on over to the side, Wyatt. Where? What's the matter? Peshaw. Where? Riding in with a bunch of his boys. They're coming in to get you, Wyatt. And if they do, this town won't be fit to live in ever. I reckon that's right. He'll be here soon. I guess so. Is that all you can say? Get your guns, Wyatt. Nope. Are you crazy? I figure this way. Peshaw knows this is between me and him. His boys know it. And he's head man only as long as his boys think he is. I don't know what you're talking about. Shooting him wouldn't do any good. Making him look kind of foolish would. What are you going to do? Peshaw's pretty fancy with his fists, ain't he? Wyatt, you are loco. He's twice as big and fights dirty. Look at Pete out there. Peshaw did that to Pete's face with his spurs. Let's play it my way, huh? What? Oh, hey, hey, wait a minute, Wyatt. Come back here. Nope. Can't keep a lady standing in the middle of the floor. You dance real nice, mister. Why, thank you, man. You do right well yourself. Oh, that's real nice of you. Not at all. You expecting somebody, mister? You keep looking around. Maybe you don't want to dance. Oh, sure I do. I think we ought to have more of these dances, don't you? What? The music stopped. Excuse me, ma'am. I guess our company's come. Evening, George. Come to the dance? Yeah. I come to the dance. Want to be my partner? Oh, that's right nice of you, George, but you ain't pretty enough. Real smart, ain't you, Marshall? I see you're wearing guns past the deadline, George. Yeah, and I'm stone sober tonight, too. So I see. Care to get your guns, Marshall? Nope. Just what I thought. You're too yellow to wear them. George, if I were you, I'd unhitch those guns and dance piece-a-like. There's some real nice gals here. You're a dirty coward. All right, George, I ain't wearing guns, but I got two fists and two legs. How about settling it that way? You? You rough and tumble me? Hear that? This bean pole's gonna rough with me. Oh, you don't mean that. I never say anything I don't mean, Peshar. I'm calling the play. Either you back down or you pick up a hand. Well? Red, hold my guns. Come on. There's a room in the back. Let's go. Wired. Don't. They're wired. Please. Take it easy, Mr. Mayor. Let's go in, Peshar. Sure. It's a pleasure. Billy, hit the music. Play loud. Better call Doc Wingrum for George. He's a mite tired. Billy, I got a dance to finish. Hit the music. Howdy. Well, howdy. Leaving which stall, Marshal? Uh-huh. That's still a pretty song. Yeah. Where are you going now, Marshal? Oh, maybe Dodge City. I heard tell they could stand a mitre house cleaning there, too. That's what I heard. Well, so long, cowboy. So long, Marshal. Good luck to you. Thanks. See you around sometime. I'll be around. Get out. And Wyatt Earp left Wichita and went on to Dodge City and Tombstone, where he and others like him brought law and order to the frontiers that have today become the great cities and thriving farms of our land. We have told part of his story, which is repeated in the stories of other peace offers, some of whom gave their lives so that America might live and grow. You travel down the road that leads to nowhere When you drift along the trail that has no end Now here is Gaine Whitman speaking for DuPont. The brooks are icy cold with melting snow, brim full to the banks. You have to feel your footing carefully in your waders and watch out for the rushing current. There's no thrill like it, not for a fisherman. 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Music Richard Loper wanted to be a whaler like his father and his grandfather before him, but fate and his lovely wife ruled differently. Though Richard became more successful than any Stonington whaler, he always kept his longing for the sea until, well, you'll hear the story next week, starring Dana Andrews with Anita Louise in That Skipper from Stonington on the Cavalcade of America. Music The music for the DuPont Cavalcade is composed and conducted by Robert Armbruster. Our cavalcade story tonight was based on the book Frontier Marshal by Stuart N. Lake and adapted for radio by Russell Hughes and Maury Robinson. Henry Fonda can soon be seen in the RKO picture The Fugitive. In the cast with Mr. Fonda were Ozzy Waters as the singing cowboy, John McIntyre as Peshawar, Herb Butterfield as the mayor, Jerry Hausner as Billy, and Horace Murphy as Joe. This is John Easton inviting you to listen next week to Dana Andrews with Anita Louise in That Skipper from Stonington. 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