
The Warden Full Episode – Gunsmoke, Season #09, Episode #33
A wandering salesman encounters Bull Foot, an Indigenous man who peddles vegetables. Their encounter takes an unexpected turn when a squaw is traded for goods, only to abscond into the embrace of Festus, pilfering his mule in the process. Eventually, she returns home and is passed on to the next buyer. Gunsmoke The Warden aired on May 16, 1964.
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Gunsmoke The Warden Cast
These actors performed in the Gunsmoke episode titled The Warden:
- James Arness as Matt Dillon
- Milburn Stone as Doc
- Amanda Blake as Kitty
- Ken Curtis as Festus
- George Kennedy as Stark
- Anthony Caruso as Bull Foot
- Julie Parrish as Cool Dawn
- Christopher Connelly as Trainey (as Chris Connelly)
- Ollie O’Toole as Telegrapher
- Jimmie Booth as Townsman (uncredited)
- Gary Epper as Townsman (uncredited)
- Fred McDougall as Freddie (uncredited)
Full Story Line for The Warden
A traveling salesman crosses paths with Bull Foot (played by Anthony Caruso), an Indigenous man who primarily deals in vegetables. Trouble brews when goods are exchanged for a woman, and she escapes into the arms of Festus, stealing his mule before returning home, awaiting the next buyer.
Meanwhile, Warden Stark (portrayed by George Kennedy) and a young man named Trainey (played by Christopher Connelly) strike a deal with Bull Foot and his daughter, Cool Dawn (played by Julie Parrish). However, it soon becomes clear that Bull Foot is deceptive, selling his daughter only for her to escape and return, ready to be sold again.
As Warden’s wagon passes Festus’s, Cool Dawn seeks refuge with Festus, but she flees, stealing his mule. Festus reports the incident to Marshal Dillon, leading them to Bull Foot’s residence. Upon their arrival, they find the mule and encounter Warden and Trainey, seeking revenge. Shots are fired, leading to the arrest of Warden and Trainey, although they are later released under the condition of leaving Dodge.
Despite the warning, Warden returns to Bull Foot’s house and kidnaps Cool Dawn. Through ensuing events, the dark past of Warden Stark is revealed. He was once in charge of a reformatory school in Ohio, where a tragic fire claimed the lives of thirty boys, as well as his wife and child. Wanted in Ohio for these deaths, Warden’s actions with Cool Dawn shed light on his untrustworthy nature.
Full Script and Dialogue of The Warden
♪♪ What are we stopping here for? You objecting, are you? No, sir. Take a bucket and find the horses some water. ♪♪ Do you speak English? Yes, I learned to speak English at the Benson Mission School and from the United States Cavalry. Is it all right if the boy waters the horses? Pump's around back. That girl, is she your kid? She's either my daughter or the devil's. She's a willful, headstrong girl. She reminds me of my missus. Back east? She's dead. Oh. Um... the Indians have a legend that says, uh, a campfire never burns warm without a woman to throw a log on the fire. Let's have a drink. He said it was all right if I got some water for the horses. Help yourself. My name's Trainey. I'm Cool Dawn. Is he your father? The Warden? No, uh-uh, he's just... Well, I'm just with him. He ain't no kin of mine. Good, because he looks like a mean one. Aw, no, you've got him wrong. The Warden's been real nice to me. You know, if it wasn't for him, well... I just know you've got him wrong, that's all. Maybe. But he sure looks like a mean one. A plow ain't exactly what I need most around here. It's new. You know, whiskey is green. You're drinking it. I... I could use some more harness. I'm short on harness. Oh... Yeah, I think it's too bad you and me can't do no business together. All right, I'll throw in some harness. ♪ Cornbread and buttermilk and good ol' greasy greens ♪ ♪ Vittles such as them is part of me ♪ ♪ Cornbread and buttermilk and good ol' greasy greens ♪ ♪ They'll put some color on your bones ♪ ♪ Cornbread and buttermilk and good ol' greasy greens... ♪ Howdy, gents! Whoa! Please help me! Help you? I don't know what you mean. Come back here, you little wildcat! Don't let him get me, please. He'll kill me. Whoa, now. You better back off, mister, unless you want to get a hole blowed right through you. That woman belongs to me, and she's going on that wagon. I don't belong to nobody. Appears like she thinks I'm prettier than you are. Can't say but what I don't agree with her. I'll teach her what to think when I get ahold of her. What you're fixing do is climb right back on that wagon and learn that team which-a way is west. Now, go on. Get. We'll be meeting again. You bit into this plug real easy, but chewing it's gonna be little tougher. Us Haggens is born with teeth. Now, you're gonna feel the next one, mister. Now, what in the tarnation have you went and got me into, anyhow? You are a good friend. Thank you. Well, you're... you're welcome, I'm sure, Miss, uh...? Just nobody. Well, where do you live at? Around Dodge City. You sure called the right shot that time, 'cause that's just where I'm a-headin' for. Golly Bill, I can't say I blame that feller too much when you come right down to it. Not wanting you to go fleeing away. Are you planning to drive straight through? All the way to Dodge? Oh, no. No, I was figuring to camp someplace tonight and hit Dodge around noon tomorrow. Get an early start. Well... Giddyap, Blue. Ready? ♪ Cornbread and buttermilk and good ol' greasy greens... ♪ ♪ Cornbread and buttermilk... ♪ Well, now, I can't see what's so gol-dang funny about that. A man gets his mule stole right out from underneath him, and the law sits here laughing at him. Well, Festus, when a... when a Haggen comes in here and tells me that he was outsmarted by some young girl, I just have to think that's funny, that's all. Outsmarted? They wasn't no outsmarting to it. What she done is just take advantage of my gentleman attitude toward females, that's what she done. Sounds to me like maybe she misunderstood your attitude. Well, it ain't my fault if she's a flutter-head. You know, I was a-fixin' to camp for the night 'fore I even knowed that she existed. I'll tell you, it sounds like, uh, Cool Dawn, old Bull Foot's daughter. You... you mean that old Indian that peddles them vegetables around town? Well, I'll swan, I didn't know he had a daughter. Well, she doesn't get into town much. She stays out there and does the hard work, and he comes in here and does the selling. Well, I'm ever so much obliged to you, Matthew. You, uh, you want to sign a complaint? Nah. Haggens don't never file no complaint. What I'm a-fixin' to do is to sashay out yonder and just kind of renew acquaintances. Well, good; I'll go along with you. Wait a minute, Matthew, I ain't dealt you into this hand. Well, yeah, but old Bull Foot's pulled a lot of tricky schemes before, and if this is another one of them, I want to know about it. Well, you're bound determined to tag along, ain't nothing I can do about it, I reckon. ♪♪ Matthew, you was right as rain. There he is. You better disappear now. If you say so. Just don't make a fool of yourself. Hello, Marshal. Hello, Bull Foot. Bull Foot, this is Festus Haggen here. Oh... I suppose you were wondering about your mule. Yeah, I was wondering about him till I found him in your corral. Uh, I was keeping him for you. He's a spirited animal. Uh, he's... he's ferocious. Ruth? Uh, my daughter couldn't control him. He ran away with her. Ah, fiddle. Plumb to here? Eh, it was luck. Just pure luck she was able to keep him headed... more or less in this direction. It was a terrible experience for her. Especially right after that other. What other? Two men came by and abducted her. Wanted to take her west with them. If it wasn't for Mr. Festus and the-the loan of his mule, she could never have gotten away. I think we better go inside. Uh, have a seat, Marshal. - Can I get you some coffee? - No, no, thanks. Bull Foot, did you know either of these men? No, they were just a couple of foreigners. Uh... uh, one was named, uh, Trainey, and he called the other one "Warden." Well, how'd they happen to get away with Cool Dawn? Oh, th-they stopped here for water, and, uh... uh, my daughter, being the kind, gentle girl that she is, offered to guide them to Walnut Crossing. When they got there, they wouldn't let her go. Now, Bull Foot... you remember last year when you trained that dog to come back every time you'd send him off with a stranger? Now, Marshal... You sold that dog seven times in four months, and he came back every time but the last one. Why, you old scudder! You... you must have some Haggen blood in you. Whatever happened to that hound? Well... I heard that, uh, the last fella I sold him to fed him deer liver. And I was raising him on cornmeal porridge. Would you have come back? Bull Foot, you wouldn't by any chance be trying some kind of a scheme like that with Cool Dawn, would you? Marshal! My own daughter? I swear by the hogans of my ancestors... Hogans of your ancestors? They were Pueblo! They never saw a hogan in their lives. The principle is the same. Now, I'm not saying that you're doing that, but if you are, you better cut it out. That scheme with the dog was bad enough. Come on out here, you flea-bit old swindler! All right, throw down the guns! There's three of us in here got you covered! Throw the rifle down! Well, you said we'd meet up again. You always announce yourself by putting a bullet through somebody's window, do you? That old skinflint there double-crossed me. It was a put-up job between him and that girl. What are you talking about? I gave him a plow and a harness and a pair of blankets and a keg of whiskey for her. What plow? What blankets? I bought her from him. And she run off on me, just like he know'd she would. Let me tell you something, mister: You don't buy human beings. And when you come calling, you don't put a bullet through the window to say hello. Now, we're going on into town; get on your horses. Well, go on, get started. Bull Foot? Uh, I'm a victim of circumstances, Marshal. - Uh... - Victim of circumstance?! Oh, I only was thinking of you, girl. I-I thought the plow would make your work easier. Hogans of your ancestors! No! No, not that! No...! I knew you could get away from them. They taught you some bad tricks around those army posts. If a candle maker ever comes around here, I'm gonna sell you for tallow. I-I was only having your interest at heart. You only had larceny at heart. I am sorry I scratched you. It's nothing... Unless it turns poisonous. Festus, are you actually trying to tell me you've got second sight? Why, Miss Kitty, I wouldn't lie to you for the whole dang world and the moon throwed in. I-I got the gift straight from my grandma, on my mama's side. She had it real good. Oh, wait a minute. Why, I could tell you things that happened back in them hills that'd just make your hair curl and sizzle; make your eyeballs just roll backwards in your head... if I was a mind to. Well, don't be a mind to. - Kitty, hi. - Hello, Doc. -Oh, howdy, Doc. - How about a beer? - Yeah, sure want one. Freddie, bring Doc a beer. Festus, I hear that you just drove a wagon all the way in from Pueblo. Yeah. Why? Well... what'd you do, lose a bet or did you steal a wagon? Well, now, that's harder than I'd slam a door. You know, the trouble with you is, you're just like Miss Kitty... You're just an unbelievin' feller. I'm not a feller. Well, I know that. I drove this wagon in for a friend of mine, uh... partly because it was my fault that he couldn't do it hisself. Why was that? Well, we run into each other there in Pueblo, and... got to hoo-rawin' around and, uh, Indian rassling, and... this and that, and... well, how was I to know that his leg was so brittle? Just snapped, huh? Just like that. Well, so he'll be up and around in a couple of weeks on crutches, but... I figured the most least thing I could do was to make his run for him. Well, sure, that's nice of you. You got fine instincts. Well, I'm a Haggen, Doc. No other trouble on the trip, of course? Oh, not a bit. The way I heard it, some half-grown girl stole your mule. She was full-grow'd, and she didn't steal him, I lent him to her. Just to kind of get a howdyin' going betwixt us. You know, so I could see her now and again. By golly, that is using your head. Well, I got a brain or two, Doc. - How are you, Matt? - Good. -Matthew. - You want a beer? - No, no, thanks. Listen, if you got a brain or two, you better put it to work thinking about old Bull Foot. He'll have you in a harness out in front of a plow. Aw, not on your old tintype, he won't. Us Haggens ain't built for no plowin', in front of or behind. Say, how's your prisoners this morning? Well, I had to turn them loose. I didn't really have anything on them. I hope they've learned a lesson. Aw, that old yahoo that called hisself Stark. He ain't never gonna learn nothin' from nobody. Yeah, he's a pretty hard case, all right. That name Warden Stark sticks in my mind, but I just can't place it. I sent a couple of telegrams back east to check on him. Well, why don't you ask Festus; he's got fine instincts. And second sight. He does? Well, now, I don't need no second sight to tell you that that Stark is a bad feller! And I mean a real bad one. ♪♪ Well, at least nobody's bothered anything. Well, I'll pack up the gear and... get the wagon hitched up and we'll make some miles before dark. Just unsaddle your horse, boy. No point in hitching up; we ain't leavin' yet. We ain't? Nope. We're riding back tonight and settle up with that Indian. Warden, the marshal said if we went back to Dodge he'd... he'd make it real bad for us. I ain't worried about that marshal. Well, supposing he finds out. I mean, about... the others. We ain't gonna deal with the marshal, we're gonna deal with that Indian. Look, that was... that was a bad thing we done, taking her like that. Why don't we just forget it and, and... and move on west, like the marshal said. Something of mine gets taken away from me, I aim to get it back. She don't belong to you, though. Not really. The marshal said you can't buy people. You sure can get sweet on 'em, though, can't you? I was just saying what's right. Are you saying it's right for that old Indian to cheat us the way he done, him and that whelp of his? You saying it's right for us to let him get away with it? It ain't gonna break us. What's mine is mine, and I'm aiming to get it back. The girl, you mean. Her or my belongings, one way or the other. And anybody that figures to stop me is just asking to get broke. Oh, Warden, it ain't worth it. Look, forget it. Forget it, huh? Like maybe you wish I'd forget about that other time, too, huh? When everything I had got took away from me and I couldn't do a thing about it. But maybe you don't even know what I'm talking about. Maybe you forgot about it already. I ain't forgotten, Warden; you know I ain't. Well, I'm not too sure. Not after watching you standing there when the law jumped us and you didn't lift a hand to help me. We didn't need to hurt them, neither one of 'em. Who said I aim to hurt 'em. Yeah, but you know how you get sometimes. You're real mean. Mean?! Was I mean when I took you out of there and got you away from that mob of people was raising their hands to you?! Got you away from the law and brought you with me? No, sir, but... Was I mean when I forgave you for what you done to me when every other hand was raised against you? - Warden, please... - Do you think it's easy going on remembering day after day, month after month, every time I look at you, what you done to me? Don't, Warden, don't... I don't want to talk about it. Do you think it's easy being woke up at night hearing those screams in my ear? Do you?! All right, boy, now, you remember, you owe your life to me. And don't you forget it. Hello, Matt. I... Golly, I'm sorry I'm late. Well, I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you. Well, we-we can still play, can't we? Oh, well, it's never too late. Well, let's get going. I-I'm sorry about it... I... I had a little medical problem develop at the last minute. What was that? Well... I'm not real sure what it was. It was either, uh, heart trouble or... a case of brain fever. Now, since it was Festus Haggen, it probably was a little bit of both. - Festus?! - Yeah. I think I finally arrived at the proper diagnosis, though: It's a case of love at first sight. Again? Yeah, he came up to the office and wanted me to fix him up something for his hair. His hair? Yeah. Make it look pretty, you know. So I did... I mixed up some olive oil and some clove and wintergreen and citronella and one thing and another. Well, I don't know how pretty it'll make him, but it ought to keep the mosquitoes off of him, anyway. Go on, move. That's probably what he wants, too, come to think about it. Going down there in the river bottom, courting Cool Dawn. Yeah, well, she's awful pretty. Yeah, but how'd you like to have old Bull Foot for a father-in-law? Well, you'd have to sleep with your boots on to keep him from selling them. - Ah, Marshal. - Hello, Milt. This just come in. Thought it might be important. Evening, Doc. Who's winning? Well, Milty, we haven't started yet, but there's no doubt about it, I will be. - Good luck. -Thank you. - Wait a minute, Milt. What's the matter? Something serious? Yeah, looks that way. Excuse me a minute. I got to get off a telegram to Pueblo. Warden! Stop, Warden! She ain't gonna do much running this time. Come on. Let's go. You about got that team hitched up, boy? Yes, sir. You better drink some of that coffee while you got a chance. Once we leave here, we ain't gonna be stopping for quite a spell. Well, that attitude ain't gonna get you nowhere. You're in this; you might as well make the best of it. My father will kill you. I wouldn't count too much on that. Well, don't just stand there gawking, boy. Get the wagon loaded. Warden, why don't we let her go? She can take my horse. You're talking crazy, boy. We done enough harm already. I mean, too much. I ain't never seen you do nothing like this before, Warden, and I don't want nothing to do with it. You don't want nothing to do with it. She rolls those big eyes at you, and you go clean out of your head, don't you, boy? This is a rotten bad thing we done, Warden. Well, ain't it kind of late to start getting namby-pamby about things? I ain't never done nothing like this before. No. All you ever done was kill 32 people, including a woman and her little baby. But you ain't never done nothing like this... no, sir. This little baggage gives you the eye, and all of a sudden you turn on me, you... desert me. All of a sudden, I'm the bad man. Well, how bad are you, boy? Please, Warden. Well, you know how bad. But I never deserted you, did I? All right. I owe you everything. Even my life. And I'll stick by you, Warden. But you've changed a lot. You've changed a lot in the last two years. Before, you never would've killed that old Indian and stolen his daughter like that. Is it true? You've killed my father? Why didn't you keep your mouth shut? Are you out of your mind? Let go! Don't you touch her, you hear me?! I said let go! Now stand back, Trainey. Go ahead and pull the trigger. If you own my life, then you might as well take it, because it ain't worth nothing to me. Now, there's no call to act like this. Depends on what you plan on doing with her. What do you mean? If you lay one hand on her, you hit her or hurt her in any way, I'm gonna kill you, Warden. So if that's what you plan on doing, then you might as well go ahead and pull that trigger right now and get it over with. Now, we both kind of lost our heads here, boy. We been together too long... to act like this. I got no intent of harming that girl. I wouldn't have hit her just then except you seen the way she come at me. And I'm sorry about the old man! But you can't go back and undo it! I just lost my head. All right. What's done is done. Let's not make it any worse. Let's just let her go. We will, boy. That's what I been aiming to do all along... Just take her with us for two or three days to teach her a lesson and then turn her loose. What's wrong with right now? Well, we're still mighty close to Dodge City. She'd be back here before morning, bringing the law down on us. You got a hankering to stand trial for murder? As far as the law is concerned, you're in this just as deep as I am. I don't care what happens to me. Or what happens to me either, from the way you talk. Now, I already told you I don't mean her no harm, so that ain't nothing for you to worry about. Now, you got a choice of two things, boy, and it's up to you. Here's the key to them irons she's wearing. Now, you can turn her loose right now and watch me hang. Or you can wait a couple of days and give your old Warden a chance to get clear. Like I said, it's up to you. I'm gonna round up them saddle horses. I didn't think he'd do it. But... I didn't think he'd trust me again. It's gonna be all right. I'll watch out for you every minute. So... it's gonna be all right. It's only for a couple of days. ♪ ...on the fire ♪ ♪ Cornbread, buttermilk and good ol' greasy greens ♪ ♪ A pot of greasy greens is my desire... ♪ Bull Foot... Huh? Girl? It's me, Festus. Easy, Bull Foot. I'll get you in to Doc now. Take it easy. Easy. Doc? Oh, Doc! Doc! Come out! Festus? Yeah! I got old Bull Foot here, and he's been shot! Well, can you get him up here? I'll bring him right up. Now, just... easy, Bull Foot. Now, just slide right off... I'm gonna help you. That's it. That's it. Aw, that dang hat. Put him there, Festus; right here. Easy now, Bull Foot. Easy... What happened to him? Got hisself shot. For a Haggen, that wouldn't be no worse than a bad cold, but old Bull Foot ain't no Haggen. Does his daughter know about this? I don't know, Doc. She wasn't around. Looked like there'd a-been a big ruckus out there, though, and I'll bet you Matthew'd like to know about it. You better go get him. Oh... oh... Bull Foot, can you hear me? How, Marshal. How do you feel? My daughter. Where is she? Well, now don't worry; we'll find her. Was it the same two men? Yes. Do you feel up to telling me about it? I... just finished checking my trap line. I-I came to the house. There were two horses out there. No wagon? Just the horses? Just two horses out there. I ran in the house... and my daughter was... dead, unconscious, I don't know... I don't know. What about the men, were they there? The old one shot me. Then I don't know. I don't remember. I'm afraid that's all you're gonna get out of him tonight. What do you think his chances are, Doc? Well, considering the fact that... I found seven old bullet wounds in the upper half of his body alone, I'd say his chances are about 50-50. Want to take a ride, Festus? Matthew, they just ain't no way that you can keep me out of this. Let's go. Doc, I'll check with you when I get back. Hah! Hah! You want some coffee? Suit yourself. I'm gonna get some sleep. How about you? Nah, I reckon I'll just set awhile and keep an eye on things. You mean, keep an eye on me, don't you? No reason to do that; not as far as I know. Now, I already told you I don't mean her no harm, didn't I? Yeah, you told me. But you don't believe me. All right, you just sit there and you keep an eye on me. And maybe you better get that rifle out of the wagon and keep me covered while I sleep. You said it, Warden; I ain't. Aw, what do I care about either one of you? Don't let her talk you out of that key, unless you already lost it. No, I got it. Aw, I'm glad to hear it. You and keys don't get along too good, you recollect. Warden, stop it! How can you talk about it? How can you even think about it?! Did it hurt? Sooner or later, he's going to try to kill both of us. Don't you know that? Eh, you're talking crazy. Well, Festus, looks like we've been following the wrong tracks, here. Sure does, don't it? Well, it's pretty hard to tell, back yonder in that shale. Well, I think we got off back there at the fork. I reckon the only thing to do is go on back and start over again. They can't be too far ahead of us, either direction. Well, we'll pick up the track soon as it gets daylight. You know, Matthew, I just can't keep from thinking about that yahoo Stark and what he's did. He must be crazy. Well, I don't know about that, Festus, but he's sure enough wanted by the law back in Ohio. Oh, he is? What for? Well, criminal negligence, manslaughter. What-what's all that mean? He was the warden of a boys' reformatory back there. - Sort of a fire... - Well, that's why that other one keeps calling him "warden" all the time. Seems there was fire back there one night, and due to his negligence, 30 of the boys died. Along with his wife and new baby. Well, a man a-toting that kind of guilt around with him ain't liable to be thinking too straight. There's another reason he may not be thinking too straight, too. His wife that died in the fire... she was a young Indian girl. About half his age. Well, what about that, uh, boy, Trainey? Telegram didn't mention him. Let's head back to that fork. ♪♪ You awake? I've never been asleep. I-I thought you was. You seem to have a lot of thinking to do. Thinking don't help much sometimes. You just end up going in circles. He's going to be awake pretty soon. Then nothing's going to help. What are you gonna do, Trainey? I can't. I can't rightly turn against him. I owe too much to him. He owns you, don't he? Body and soul. He owns you more than he owns me, even if he did buy me. Lookit, it ain't like that. You just don't know. I know what's gonna happen to me if you don't turn me loose before he wakes up. I can't. And I know what's gonna happen to you, too, sooner or later. Look, I can't do it. He trusted me. I can't let him down, not again. You keep saying "again." What happened that give him such a hold on you? I don't want to talk about it. Are you afraid? No. Then why not? It won't do no good. You were an orphan, you said, and they sent you to that place. What is it called? Reformatory. Go on. And he was there, the warden. And he liked me and looked after me, and nobody else did. And then when I got out, well, I stayed on, kind of as a helper, 'cause I didn't have no place to go. Then he got married and they had a baby son. I never thought of that. How much she looked like you, his wife. She was a lot younger than he was. Not much older than you, I reckon. You say "was." She's dead. It was two years ago, wasn't it? How did she die, Trainey? Look, leave us alone. I don't want to talk about it. Did you kill her, Trainey? Did you? One night when the warden was in town, well, the place caught fire somehow. It happened real fast. And, well, the 30 kids were locked inside, and his wife and baby were in their room, in a corner of the big place. And I ran in to unlock the main door, and... A-And what... what happened? And I got scared. And I lost my head... and I couldn't make the key work in the lock. And then I got more scared. My hands began to shake so bad that I couldn't do it. And nobody got out, and they all died. All 32 of them died. Trainey... are you trying to make it 33? What do you mean? You couldn't help what happened before. But you can now. If you don't let me go before he wakes up, whatever happens will be your fault. Well, I'll be here. I'll look out for you. He don't mean you no harm; he promised. You heard him. His promises don't mean nothing. I can't do it. He trusts me. He was nice to me when nobody else was. Whatever kind of man he was before two years ago, he ain't the same now. He's not right in the head. He's-he's like a snake that'll strike any minute. You know that, but you won't face it. Trainey, don't you care what happens to me? You promise not to say anything for two days, so I can get him out of the country? I promise. Well, then, you take my horse, and... he handles real easy, just use your knees and he won't give you no trouble. What is it? What's the matter? It don't fit. It ain't the right key. It ain't even made to fit. Trainey...? It's just like it was then. Just like the other time. It wasn't the right key. It didn't fit. It wasn't my fault. Because he never did give me the right key to that door. 'Cause he didn't trust me. He didn't trust anybody. He lied! For two years, he made me think it was my fault, and it was his. He made me take the guilt inside. His guilt, and he used it to beat me and break me. I couldn't open that door... 'cause I didn't have the right key! It wasn't my fault. Trainey... It wasn't my fault! Trainey? Trainey! You were screaming. You... You gone clean off of your head, boy. Shouting and screaming like that. You hadn't ought to do that. You get people all upset. I don't want nothing more to do with you, Warden. Just leave me alone, that's all I want. No, I can't do that, boy. You're out of your head, and you're dangerous. If I was to let you go, you're liable to hurt somebody. Oh, no, I can't let you go, Trainey, and go around telling crazy stories to people and giving them wrong ideas. Drop the gun, Stark! Now stand back, Trainey! All of you! You let her go, Warden. You put one scratch on her, and I'm gonna tear you apart, piece by piece. He's dead. It's all right. It's gonna be all right. Well, come in, come in. How is he this morning? Which one? Well, my father, or... Why don't you just go in there and see for yourself? How are you feeling? Well, I suppose, I, uh... I'm fine. I'm just fine. Oh... I, uh... I don't think I'll ever be able to move again. I promised Doc I'd stay here till noon. No longer. Tell me something. Can a U.S. Marshal marry two people? Well, now, who you got in mind? Her. You ain't even asked me. I'm asking. You don't even say you love me. I never said nothin' like that before to anybody. Kind of sticks in my craw. Help any if I said it first? Might. I love you, Trainey. Uh... uh, n-no one asked me about this. He loves you, too, Pop. I gotta go find somebody. Well, Bull Foot, I, uh, I think you two are gonna have a few things to talk about. I'll see you later. Well, I suppose it could be worse. You look like a strong, healthy boy. You know, with a new plow, she can put in another 20 acres of corn. My wife ain't doing no plowing. Well, then, who is? We are. What do you mean, "we"? You and me. Oh... oh... For 30 years, I've been fighting the white man to keep him from putting me to work, and now I'm betrayed by my own flesh and blood. I'll never move again. BULL FOOT Oh... oh...! Oh... Oh... oh... oh...
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