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Women for Sale Part 1 and 2 Full Episode – Gunsmoke, Season #19, Episode #1 and #2

Gunsmoke was a hugely successful Western during its run, and it remains popular today. The show depicted frontier life’s challenges and dangers, and its stories often dealt with complex moral issues. Women for Sale is a two-part episode from the 19th season of Gunsmoke.

Vincent McEveety directed the Gunsmoke episode Women for Sale, which Jim Byrnes wrote and Leonard Katzman produced. The first part of the episode aired on September 10, 1973, with its second on September 17.

The first part of Women for Sale shows the involvement of Marshal Matt Dillon in the investigation of many female settlers and travelers who disappeared in the region. Dillon eventually connects the case to a group of renegade Native Americans intending to sell their captives for sexual exploitation to white mercenaries.

The story continues in Part 2, with Dillon helping two captives flee from their ruthless Indian captor. The unpleasant events they experienced encouraged the captives to cooperate with Dillon, determined to bring the leader justice before he tried to run to Mexico.

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Women for Sale Part 1 and 2 Cast

Here are the cast members who appeared in the Gunsmoke episode Women for Sale:

  • James Arness as Matt Dillon
  • Milburn Stone as Doc (credit only)
  • Amanda Blake as Kitty (credit only)
  • Ken Curtis as Festus (credit only)
  • Buck Taylor as Newly (credit only)
  • James Whitmore as Timothy Fitzpatrick
  • Kathleen Cody as Cynthia Emery
  • Dawn Lyn as Marcy McCloud
  • Nicholas Hammond as Britt
  • Sally Kemp as Rachel McCloud
  • Lieux Dressler as Liz
  • Gregory Sierra as Blue Jacket
  • Dan Ferrone as Dan Ross
  • Larry D. Mann as Prichard
  • Charles Seel as Josiah McCloud
  • Shani Wallis as Stella Silks
  • Edgar Monetathchi as Comanche Chief
  • Gil Escandon as Ten Bears
  • Ron Manning as Hoxie (as Ronald Manning)
  • Francesca Jarvis as Mother
  • William Conrad William Conrad as Narrator (voice)

Full Story Line for Women for Sale Part 1

Marshal Matt Dillon investigates the disappearance of female settlers and travelers from the region’s isolated white settlements and ranches.

On his way, Dillon meets Josiah McCloud, an older man seeking help to find his relatives. Josiah tells Dillon that a group of people, one of which wore a blue cavalry jacket, took his granddaughter Marcy, his daughter-in-law, Rachel, and her brother Dan, as captives. He believes they brought them to a “slave market” called Valley of Tears, run by white renegades.

Dillion eventually links the case with the renegades, who perform savage raids and trade off their human captives in a “white slave market.”

At the Valley of Tears, Dan got sold to work for silver mines at Santa Rita. On the other hand, Blue Jacket, the renegade in the blue cavalry jacket, refuses to trade Rachel and Marcy, even when Timothy Fitzpatrick offers a fancy wine glass.

Dillon arrives at the Valley of Tears but is too late to catch up to Blue Jacket. He also learned that Fitzpatrick took an eighteen-year-old blonde girl wearing a red dress while Rachel, Marcy, and another woman were with Blue Jacket back in his village in the South.

Meanwhile, Blue Jacket took an interest in Rachel. He orders her to come with him, but Rachel refuses. Rachel struggles when Blue Jacket forcefully grabs her. However, another renegade fired a shot, instantly killing her. Devastated, Blue Jacket grabs a knife and then slowly approaches Marcy.

Later, Dillon finds a little girl walking alone. He approaches her, giving her some water to drink. After confirming the girl is Marcy, Dillon offers to take her with him, introducing himself as a lawman. Dillon hears shouting from a distance, then takes Marcy with him as he takes a look at the village of the renegades.

That evening, Dillon discretely attacked the village to save what he thought was Rachel. However, the woman introduced herself as Stella Silks. She explained that Marcy’s in shock after witnessing her mother’s death. Dillon asks Stella to act as the mother, as the child will need a woman to support her while he heads South to find Cynthia Emery. He eventually allows Stella to accompany her as they look for Cynthia before Fitzpatrick and his men get her to Mexico.

Meanwhile, Fitzpatrick’s group stops their journey to give the animals a rest. Britt gives Cynthia some water to drink, which catches Cynthia’s curiosity since Britt’s kinder than most of the men in Fitzpatrick’s group. Britt wonders if Cynthia knows where they’re taking them, to which he explains that Fitz will take them to Mexico for female business. Cynthia argues that she would rather be dead than be a “slave.” However, Britt tells her it’s the only way she’ll survive.

That evening, Dan and Cynthia discreetly escape from Fitz’s camp. However, Fitz’s men caught up to them. Unfortunately, Dan dies.

On the other hand, Dillon, Stella, and Marcy find themselves in front of a group of Comanches.

Full Story Line for The River Part 2

Dillon, Stella, and Marcy face a group of Comanches. The group is willing to team up with Dillon since Blue Jacket has ruined their tribe’s name. The Comanches also offered to share food with them, which they gladly accepted.

Meanwhile, Fitz brings Cynthia back to the camp. Britt brings her something to eat, then asks about what happened. Cynthia tells him that Dan died trying to help her escape. Britt expressed his desire to help Cynthia, but the law forbids him to do as he pleases. Britt tells her that the Apaches traded him and his sister ten years ago at the Valley of Tears, much like what Cynthia experienced. However, Fitz gave him a life to live, and he soon grew up to see people burning, killing, scalping, and trading as if they were animals. Britt tells Cynthia that she reminded him of his sister, which explains why he tried to set her free by buying her from Fitz.

Stella figured Dillon’s exhausted, suggesting he leave them behind as he continued his search.

The following day, Britt tells Fitz his plans to leave the “slave trading” behind. He asks Fitz to ride with him to a place Fitz once mentioned. However, Fitz tells Britt that such a place only exists in an Irishman’s dream. Britt eventually realizes Fitz doesn’t want to quit their line of work.

Later, Cynthia begs Britt to help her, and the two share a kiss.

Dillon and Marcy find Stella gone the following day. They find her running off into the desert. Stella tells Dillon that she can’t replace Marcy’s mother and would instead go home alone. However, Dillon gives her no choice but to stay with Marcy as he cannot go after Cynthia and leave Marcy alone. He instructed Stella to head East, pick a landmark, and do the same thing again until they reached the fort if ever he didn’t return in time.

Britt and Cynthia run off to reach the border on foot, but Fitz catches up to them immediately. Britt aims his gun at Fitz, telling him to let them go. However, Fitz refused, stating that allowing them to leave would make it hard for him to stop others from doing the same thing. Fitz attacked Britt, forcing the younger to shoot him. Fitz eventually realizes the good in Britt and suggests they leave before the rest of the group comes after them. He soon succumbs to his death.

Cynthia and Britt find Dillon arriving from a distance. Contrary to the excited Cynthia, Britt starts to rethink his decisions and holds her silent. Cynthia stabs Britt from behind, then runs to Dillon. However, Britt shoots her dead before he dies, stopping her from saying anything about their trade business to Dillon.

Dillon brings Marcy to Grandpa. Marcy yells for Stella to stay with them. Stella initially refuses, wanting to go to San Antone. However, she eventually chooses to stay with Marcy, realizing she has reached her San Antone, the place she can call her home.

Full Script and Dialogue of Part 1

(narrator) In the years
between 1820 and 1880,

there was a period
on the Texas frontier

little recorded by history,
a time of violence and fear.

Indian tribes betrayed by
government and army treaties

and incited by white traders,
gave birth to renegade bands

composed mostly of
young braves bitterly angry

at the white man's
ruthless encroachment

into the lands they
considered their birthright.

These small bands, splitting
away from the tribal structure

of Comanche, Kiowa,
and Apache, began a series

of savage raids on isolated
white settlements and ranches.

By 1870, these raids for cattle,
horses, and human captives

had reached as far north
as the Canadian River.

And over the years, they
grew in magnitude and terror

until men, women, and
children were being carried off

and traded into slavery.

The men who paid in gold,
rifles, and gaudy trinkets

for these captives were a
gypsylike and notorious breed

of white and Mexican outcasts
known as Comancheros.

Eventually, they came to
be regarded as more savage

than the bands of renegades
with whom they traded,

so that by 1873, the word
Comanchero had become synonymous

with violence and terror.

And there was
one particular place,

a rocky fortress buried deep
in the Western wasteland,

that became a marketplace
for their traffic in human misery.

Long after Lincoln's

had given the black
man his freedom,

a white slave market flourished

in the heat and dust
of the Southern Plains.

It was a place where
families were split apart,

children were torn from mothers
and wives from husbands.

And those who witnessed
these tragedies called this place

the Valley of Tears.

(ominous music)

(woman screaming)

(men shouting)

(people screaming)

(woman) Let me go.

(all shouting)

(man laughing)

All right, all right.

Everything's gonna be all right.

A few lucky ones are
to be liberated from,

they think, the red savages.

Blue Jacket, how are you?

(Blue Jacket) She's strong.

So is an ox.


Well, how are you there?


Well, she's not much to
look at but maybe she's got

a few years left in her.
Britt, do you think so?

All right.

One jug of whiskey, the finest.

One rifle, the latest.

(Blue Jacket) Two rifle.

If she was pretty-eyed, one.

(Blue Jacket) Hm.


[girl gasps]

Let me see the lass.


Easy, just let me see the lass.

Two jugs of whiskey, two rifles.


(Mother) Please, I'm
her mother, you can't.


Well, I see what
caught your eye.

How old are you, darling?

How old are you?



And fresh.

And growing riper by
the minute, I tell you.

I'm caught all over generous
at this one, I sure am.

Two jugs of whiskey, two rifles.

(scoffs) Ah.

Well, what do you
think, Britt, should I offer

the ignorant savage
more for this one?


She looks a might timid to me.

It's a long way to Chihuahua.

(all laughing)

Well, the lad's taken
a liking to her, all right.

Two jugs of
whiskey, two rifles...

and this.


Well, Britt, look here.

There's the hand
of God in that face.

Auburn hair too.

That's rare south of the border.

I think maybe we can turn
a darling profit with this one.

Who are you, husband?


What are you good for?


Good for work.

I'm not in that business.

The men I deal with are
only interested in the ladies.

What about them silver
mines at Santa Rita?

Seeing as how we're
passing them up there,

we might get maybe
a hundred for him.

One jug of whiskey.

You better take
it or you'll wind up

shooting him like a
lame horse anyway.


- I'm staying with...
- Dan, no.

So, now we come to you, lass.

Britt, look at those eyes.

Green with flecks
of fire and silken hair.

I ain't seen the likes
of this since Dublin.

All right, three
jugs of whiskey,

one full case of ammunition
for them rifles of yours.

No trade.


Either you're looting
and burning and scalping

or you're tryin' to cheat
an ignorant old Irishman.

Hoxie, show the chief that
thing that I took a fancy to

at the last mission.

That's it, yes.


Nothing in this world grander

to drink your darling
whiskey out of, believe me.

I keep.

What are you gonna do with her?

- What do you think?
- Keep.

You take her for that.

Well, she's nothing
more than a bloody child.

No want child.

- You take.
- She needs me.

If she's with me, I
won't be able to run.

If you separate us,

someway I'll find a way
to cut your heart out.

She's right, Blue Jacket.

You take 'em both
or you'll never get

a decent night's
sleep, I promise you.

Oh, aye.

Where did you
stray from, darling?

A long way from here.

Well, we're on
our way to Mexico.

Would you care to join us?

Maybe your last chance
out with a white man.


Well, what's the
matter, darling?

- Do you got no use for a man?
- When I see one.

- I'll pass on this one.
- Why?

She's a troublemaker.

She'll have the other
girls raising up in mutiny.

It's too bad.

I'd rather ride
with you, Irishman.

Sorry, darling, but you're
too strong for our blood,

used to frighten farm girls.

You'd be like putting a
hornet in with the hens.

- Sorry.
- Sure.

This is more like it.

Give him the chalice, Hoxie.



My name's Dillon
from Dodge City.

I'm McCloud, Josiah McCloud.

Rachel's my
daughter-in-law and the girl,

Marcy's my granddaughter.

She's only seven years old.

Rachel's brother
Dan, they took him too.

Was one of 'em wearing
a blue cavalry jacket?

That's right.

Then it's him you're after.

You got any idea
where they're taken 'em?

They'd be better off killed.

There's a place where
people are being traded

and sold like livestock.

Slave market run by white
renegades out of Mexico.

Find them.

Bring 'em back.

I'll try.

This slave market, do you
have any idea what it's called?

A lot of things.

The people that have
seen it call it Valley of Tears.

(ominous music)

(Ruffian) We're moving out.

Load 'em up.

Bring that team down here.

(man) Get in there.

Move along, ladies.

Get in there now.

Keep moving.

Move towards the back there.

(woman screaming)

You... Inside.

You can't leave
my sister with them.

(Rachel) Dan.

- Dan.
- I'll do it, boy.

If they're fixing to kill him,
don't get caught up in it.

I've seen worse in a Dublin pub.

Get the wagon ready to roll.

Easy there, will you?

Chief, don't let your lads
bruise me merchandise.

(speaking in foreign language)

You're a bloody fool.

Now get on your feet,
we'll be getting outta here.

Buy her from that animal.

Pay him anything
he wants, please.

Oh I'd like to, laddie,

but my ship has
not come in as yet.

You know what she's in for.

Well, whatever it is,

it can't be worse than
what we'd be taking her to.

My god, please.

Laddie, the Injun's
got his heart set on her.

There's nothing even
a man like me can do.

You're no better than them.

Well, that's been said by
better men than you, me boy.

Go with him.

Or he'll kill you.


She's speaking sense, lad.

Come on.

I'm sorry, lass,

I was tempted to trade
the whole thing for you.

But it would've
been bad business.

I'll see you next
month, Blue Jacket.

(orchestral music)

Get him aboard, Hoxie.

(Hoxie) Get in.

(Timothy) All right,
lads, away we go.

(orchestral music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(yipping and hollering)


Leave her alone.

Take me.

Would you take care of her?



- Your mother will be back.
- Mama.

What's your name?


What's your doll's name?

Everything's gonna be all right.

(orchestral music)

What's going on?

I'm not sure.

The way I get it,
we go with him.

The rest of 'em are
headed somewheres else.

Where are they taking us?

Home to meet their mothers.

(orchestral music)


(Matt) Looking for a
renegade named Blue Jacket.

Pulled out early this morning.

He and them flame lickers of his

got good and loco'd last night.

Drunk renegades.

Don't mix well with
a man's supper.

He brought some
white women with him?


Some prime female flesh.


I was hoping to do
business with him.

Well, like I said, he
done business and left.

But I got a gal I'm
willing to bargain for.

Seventeen, a might
skinny, but she'll fill out.

There was a girl with
him I wanted to see.

She was about 18,
blonde, wearing a red dress?

She was a pretty one all right.

He made a deal on her right off.

Who bought her?


When'd he leave?

At late yesterday.

There was a woman
and a little girl.

Were they with him?

Who are you, mister?

I'm a trader,
just like yourself.

What's your name?


Hargis, never heard of you.

But if you're what you say,

someone around
here will know you.

You listen, mister, the woman
that Indian stole belonged to me

and he took her without
a-paying me a red cent.

Now, where is she?

Blue Jacket
wouldn't trade for her.

Then she's still with him?

I'm gonna give you one chance

to tell me where
they went, just one.

Now, where?

Last I seen Blue Jacket,

he was heading
toward his village.


The woman was with him?

Her and another white woman.

What about the little girl?

Her too.

(dramatic music)

(Timothy laughing)

Ah yes, I was seeing
Katie steady in them days.

Of course, no good Irishman
ever gives up his heart easily.

But one day, Katie fixed
me with a baleful eye

and she said,
"Timothy Fitzpatrick,

"we've been walking
out now for seven years.

"Don't you think it's high time

"that we was getting married?"

"Married," says I.

"Are you crazy, girl?

"Who'd have us?"


What's the matter with you, lad?

You're usually good
for a chuckle or two.

Sorry, I was thinking.

Well, I was just
thinking that it's gonna be

about two days we'll be
reaching the Mexican border.

I think we ought to
linger there awhile.

Have some fun.

Wash some of this
trail dust out of our lungs

with some good drinking whiskey.

Hey, listen.

I know a lady down there
and she's got a younger sister,

surely she does.

Oh, she's a dazzling girl.

Dark, gypsy eyes and
a haughtiness about her

that is most pleasing.

Sounds good.

But you better not be lying
about the way this girl looks.


- Have I ever lied to you, lad?
- Oh.

Well, maybe.

Maybe I leaned on
me imagination a bit.

Go back and tell the boys
that they can look forward

to two days of drinking.

I think it'll lift their
spirits somewhat.

(tribal drum music)

(speaking in foreign language)





Don't fight, don't.


(gun fires)





(speaking in foreign language)

(tense music)



(birds cawing)

(ominous music)

Little girl.

What's your name?

Where'd you come from?

Go on.

You must be thirsty.

Not too much now.

If you take too much,
you might get sick.

Your name Marcy?

Marcy McCloud?

Marcy, I'm gonna
take you with me.

Now, you don't have to
be afraid, I'm your friend.

I'm a lawman.

(distant shouting)

You stay here.



(speaking in foreign language)

So it's gonna be you, huh?


No use fretting.

Might not be so bad.

I lived on a hog farm.

Thirty miles to the
closest neighbor.

Just me and those hogs
and my husband, Opie.

What happened to him?

They killed him.

Damn fool.

He went for his rifle.

Hadn't fired it in years.

Probably didn't even work.

Only it wasn't me
he was worried about.

It was them stinking hogs.

Oh, I know it sounds hard.

But come down to it,

where I'm going can't be
any worse than where I was.

Maybe for you too.


There's a chance they
won't even get us there.

How can you say that?

The law will be
following us by now.

Texas Rangers.

Even the Army, maybe.

I can't believe I'm here.

Just a few days ago, I
had a job in a dress shop.

A family.

And now they're dead.


And I'm being taken off to
be sold to the highest bidder.

No better than an animal.

I'll never be able
to live through it.

I can't, I can't.

It won't come to that.

There's bound to be
some help coming.

Help me.


I'll try.





(speaking in foreign language)

All right, all right.

Up till now, you've
been a gentleman.

Think I need a drink.

(glass shatters)

(guns firing)


Are there more?


That's all of 'em.

Mrs. McCloud, I got your child.

She's alive.

My child?

I got no kids.

And I'm not Mrs. McCloud.

She's dead.

Tried to put a
knife in Blue Jacket.

When'd that happen?


They were gonna kill the
kid too but I started screaming

and they turned her loose.

Well, you did the right thing.

I found her wandering
in the desert.

Well, ain't that something.

We better clear outta here.

That buck's probably on
the way to spread the word.

The kid, where is she?

Over here.

She hasn't said a
word since I found her.

I think she's in shock.

Can't blame her, seeing
her mother get killed and all.

Been close to it myself
the last couple of days.

(Matt) You can help.

How's that?

She's lost her mother.

She's gonna need a woman.

You gotta be snake bit.


Mothering a kid?

I don't know anything about 'em.

Well, lady, you can learn.

Get your horse.

Where are we going?

South after Fitzpatrick.

Isn't that like looking down
the barrel of a cannon?

I don't get it.

I'm after a young
woman that was traded

to the Comancheros
by Blue Jacket.

She's from Dodge City.

Her name's Cynthia Emery.

Well, marshal, I'm
sorry about the girl,

but she's none of my business.

Yeah, maybe so, but I
still can't leave you here.

Don't tell me you're fixing
to drag me and this kid along.

I got no choice.

I'll give you one.

I'm headed for San Anton.

The fact is, I was headed there

when that mangy
son of a wolf took me.

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm
still gonna have to take you

with me, Miss...
Silks, Stella Silks.


Well, why? Because we're a
hundred miles from nowhere.

The countryside's
infested with renegades.

There's no food
out here, no water.

I leave you here,
you're gonna die.

Can't get much
straighter than that.

Listen, Marshal, that
Cynthia kid, she'll make out.

When I was 18, I was...

Forget what I was doing.

I'll only slow you down.

Miss, they get her to Mexico,
you know what she's in for.

I know.

I'll get your horse.

(orchestral music)

Hoxie, give the animals a rest.

What about those prisoners?

That wagon's gotta
be hotter than Hades.

Well, Britt, I never knew you

to show such sweet
concern before.

Well, you want 'em fat and
sassy for Chihuahua, don't you?

Aye, but now you're speaking

of 'em as though
they was cattle.

Ain't they?


Get 'em out.

Get out of there.

Come on.

Get out.

(women screaming)

Why are you being nice to me?

I don't know.

I guess, maybe,
'cause you're scared.

Have you ever done this before?

I've done my share.

- What's your name?
- Cynthia.

Cynthia Emery.

Where'd they capture you?


Just a few miles
from Dodge City.

Any folks?

They were killed.

Hey look, come on, don't
now, it won't do you any good.

Where are you taking us?

- Mexico.
- Why?

You mean you don't know?



Well, ask any one
of those women.

No, you tell me.


Female business.

Fitz calls 'em fancies, except
the ones he's talking about

get paid for it.

You ain't gonna have any choice.

Sorry, but I figured you knew.

I'll be a slave.

You'll be alive.

I'd rather be dead.

Yeah, that's what they all say.

But you wouldn't,
come down to it.

Face it, it's the only
way you're gonna survive.

I'm not cut out for this.

I ache from bustle to bone.




How is she?

No change.

What day is it?

I think it's Thursday.

I'd have been in
San Anton by now,

soaking in a tub of hot water.

There's a job
waiting for me there.

And here I am in
the middle of nothing,

saddled with a lawman
and a kid who can't talk.

I'm sorry.

You pulled me
out of a tight spot.

How'd you get into this?

They hit the stage I was on.

Only one they took alive.

Stage from Abilene?


Devil's half-acre,
ever been there?

A time or two.

I used to work the Alamo
Saloon there on Cedar Street.

Toughest block
on this side of hell.

Up to a week ago,
I ran my own place.

I liked Abilene.

Why'd you leave?

Marshal ran me out.

I coulda stayed if I paid
him more, but I wouldn't.

Now, Abilene,
places before just...

faded memories.

What part of Kansas you from?

Dodge City.


Now, there's a town.

You know the Long Branch there?


Hear it's run by a woman.

That's right.

Level with me.

What does she pay
you to stay open?

All the law allows.

And you're the law?

Well, at least you're
honest about it.

We better get moving.

(orchestral music)

Come on, honey, you
gotta eat something.

Can't get her to eat.


Honey, please.

Are we that hungry yet?

Marcy, look what I got for you.

Go on, take him.

Take good care of
him now, he's yours.

He's just a baby and he needs
someone to look after him.

(horse whinnies)

(tense music)


(twig crunches)

(owl hoots)

Will he run away?

Well, I don't think so, not if
you keep him warm and fed.

But I tell you what, I'll fix a little
cage for him tomorrow, just in case.



Marcy, Marcy.

Your mama's gone.

But your grandpa,
he's waiting for you.

You better get some sleep now.

Can I hug you?


All right, you lie down now.

I just learned something
about you, big man.

You're a pushover.

(dramatic music)


(both panting)

(both grunting)

(guns firing)

(Hoxie shouting)

(Marcy) Think he's hungry?

(Stella) If he is,
he's not alone.

(Marcy) What does he eat?

(Matt) Well, you wanna get down

and pick him some
of those plants there?

- Okay.
- All right.

There you go.

Make sure he
doesn't get away now.

Not exactly Kansas City.

Sorry, that's the
best we can do.

Supposed to be
quite a place, Dodge.

One town I haven't hit yet.

Maybe I'll just show up
there someday, stir things up.

Yeah, I'll bet you could too.

Well, do you ever stop to
think of what you're gonna do

when you run out of towns?

Never think about.

Bad for my peace of mind.

Most towns, women will
cross the street to avoid me.

Men who knew me by
my first name at night

didn't know me at
all during the day.


I'm gonna open those doors
that have been closed to me.

Someday, I'll end up in a town

like St. Louis or even Chicago.

Live out my days a nice
old lady with gracious ways.

Church cheese,
lectures, concerts.

Why wait?

Takes money.

I'm saving for it.

Well, you're young now,
you better not wait too long.

(orchestral music)

(horse whinnies)

(dramatic music)



Full Script and Dialogue of Part 2

In the years between
1820 and 1880,

Indian tribes repeatedly
betrayed by government treaties

gave birth to small
renegade bands

bitterly angry at the
white man's encroachment

into the lands they
considered their birthright.

These small bands of
Indians began a series

of savage raids on isolated
white settlements and ranches.

By 1870, these raids had
grown in magnitude and terror,

as men, women, and
children were abducted

in ever-increasing numbers.

The men who bought these
captives and later traded them

into slavery in Mexico

were a gypsy-like and
notorious breed of outcasts

known as Comancheros,

a word synonymous
with violence and terror.

There was one particular place,

a rocky fortress buried deep
in the Western wasteland

that became a
white slave market.

It was a place where
families were split apart,

children were torn from mothers,

and wives from husbands,

and those who
witnessed these tragedies

call this place the
Valley of Tears.

This is more like it.

Give 'em the chalice, Hoxie.



The name's Dillon
from Dodge City.

I'm McCloud, Josiah McCloud.

Rachel's my daughter-in-law,

and the girl, Marcy's
my granddaughter.

She's only seven years old.

Rachel's brother
Dan, they took him too.

Was one of 'em wearing
a blue cavalry jacket?


Don't, don't!



Little girl.

What's your name?

Hoxie, give the animals a rest.

What about those prisoners?

That wagon's gotta
be hotter than Hades.

I've never known you to show
such sweet concern before.

Well, you want 'em fat and
sassy for Chihuahua, don't you?

Now you speak of 'em
as though they was cattle.

Ain't they?

Where are you taking us?

- Mexico.
- Why?

You mean you don't know?



Well, ask any one
of those women.

No, you tell me.

Business, female business.

Fitz calls 'em fancies,

except the ones he's
talking about get paid for it.

Are there any more?


That's all of 'em.

Mrs. McCloud, I got your child.

She's alive.

My child?

I got no kids, and
I'm not Mrs. McCloud.

She's dead.

Now I'm being taken off to
be sold to the highest bidder,

no better than an animal.

I'll never be able
to live through it.

I can't, I can't.

It won't come to that.

There's bound to be
some help coming.

Help me.


Marcy, look what I got for you.

Come on, take him.



Blue Jacket.

What is it?

He asked us what
we were doing out here

and I told him.

He said his people
hated Blue Jacket too.

He gives their tribe a bad name.

They're glad he's dead.

He wants to know if we want to

share their food with them.

Say yes, I'm starved.

No, please, let me go, no!

Get in there, move
it along, ladies.

Get in there now.

Keep moving, move
towards the back there.

What happened?

Oh, the young lad
won't be coming back.

What a waste, but
your little darling's here

all in one piece.

Fitz, let her go.

- Let her go?
- Come on, a girl like that,

what she's facing, she's
just gonna kill herself.

When we deliver her to Chihuahua

hale and hardy and I get
the money in me pocket,

what she does to herself
is no concern of mine,

but I want you to
stay away from her.

- Why?
- Because she's innocent.

She's untouched and I
don't want her spoiled.

Come on, let her go.

I'll make up the
loss from my cut.

Well, that's no
way to turn a profit.

Look, Britt, if you
don't stop giving over

to these doleful sentiments
about a tearful lass

we're all gonna wind up
dancing on the end of a rope.

You know, you've gone
all soft on me lately.

Yes, you have, it's my fault.

I've been too easy on you.

My father, God bless
him, had a firm hand.

Yeah, I reckon that accounts
for your turning out so good.

I reckon it accounts
for me learning

to take care of me-self,

and not worrying about others,

until you lad.

If you want the truth about us,

I think we're both too far gone

to start any soul searching.

And like they say, the
devil or the hangman.

It's a line of work.

All right, let's saddle up.


- Yes.
- Do you have any kids?

Nope, I'm not married.

Do you have any folks?


Do you have anybody?

I got my good
looks, that's about it.

You take care of him.

Stella, you ever
afraid of being alone?


Where are they going?

They're carrying message
to Fort McKenna for me.

What for?

Well, the Chief said he
spotted the Comancheros.

They got about ten
white women with them.

Now all I can do is hope
to get that Emery girl

outta there by myself.

The army, I just have to
hope they catch up with them

before they get to
the Mexican border.

How's she doing?

Handles herself pretty good.

Some of us could take lessons.

Her father's been dead two
years, her mother told me.

Last couple of
days she's lost her.

All she's got left
is that grandfather.

Thank God he's alive.

Well, she's starting to
think of me in terms of family.

No thanks.

Did she say that?

No, but she rimmed it real well.

Well, right now she
feels alone and afraid.

I'm not the kind of woman to...

Marshal, I'm no dove.

Stella, it's not gonna hurt
you to go along with her

until we're out of this thing.

Right now she needs both of us.

It's like you said,
last couple of days,

she's lost a lot.

Britt, join me.

No, thanks.

Britt's getting himself in
deep water over that woman.

We're gonna have a talk on it.

He's changing, Tim.

I've seen it coming on.

You mind your own business.

You gotta eat.


Well, 'cause.

Because if I shrivel up on
you, I won't be worth as much.

What happened
yesterday, I'm sorry.

He was trying to help me.

I'd like to help
you, but I can't.


Well, the law.

You know too much.

How did you end
up with these men?

My folks were
killed, same as yours,

only by Apaches.

They took my sister and
me to that same place

I first saw you,
Valley of Tears.

Good name for it.

I was just a kid,
my sister was 18.

Apaches traded us
to some white men.

Like Fitzpatrick.

Yeah, like Fitzpatrick.

But that was ten years ago.

You never looked
for your sister?

I don't know, she probably
ended up in the same...

Same place you're taking me.

You never looked for her?

I used to think about
looking for her, but...

I don't want to now.

I know what I'd find.

Later Fitz picked me
up for a jug of whiskey,

just somebody to tote and fetch,

but it took on to
be more than that.

He had no family
and neither did I.

He gave me a life.

A life?

What kind of life is this?

He gave me all he had to give.

By the time I was
16, I seen it all.

Burning, killing and scalping,

folks traded like animals.

I got used to it, like
I did corn whiskey.

Seeing you, first
time in a long time

I thought about any of it.

You'd seen others before me.

Yeah, but this time
it hit me different.

Brought back my sister.

Maybe you remind
me of her, I don't know.

You know, I tried
to buy you from Fitz.

For yourself?


But I was fixing
to set you free.

What now?


You often invite one of
the girls out for a late drink?

From time to time.

It's what they call the
loneliness of command.

- Why me?
- Why not?

You don't look as
though you're afraid.

And I'm too weary tonight
to fight with one that is.

Am I talking in
good taste, darling?

Mr. Fitzpatrick,

you done said more
to me in two minutes

than my poor deceased
husband did in five years.


Wait here, darling,
don't go away.

I'll be right back.

Well, Britt, I thought
maybe we'd lost you.

Took a ride, had
some thinking to do.

Thinkin' about what?

My sister, and that girl.

Britt, don't go stirring
up the past, lad.

Your sister today is
probably married to a rich man

with a fat belly.

You know better than
that where she ended up,

where they all end up.

Only way out is to die.

Oh, Britt, you're so
nervous these days, lad.

Why don't you come over
and join us and have a drink.

No thanks.

That boy, he's important to you.


You're quite a
man, Mr. Fitzpatrick.

Well, considering my beginnings,

and where I come from.



You know, my father...

he died when I
was just a wee lad.


Potato plague.

God curse it in hell.

I was one of six sons.

They're all dead now, but me.

The day I sailed for America,

I buried my oldest
brother, Michael,

right in the earth,

God's own earth.

It was supposed to give us life.

I sailed.

Sailed on a fever ship.

Most died of typhus, coffin
ships they called them,

and they were indeed.

But I survived, lassie.

And since then I've
tracked me way through life

on me own muscle
and me own wits.


Aren't you supposed
to be asleep?

Do you like the marshal?

He's a man, isn't he?

Sure I do, why?

I could tell.

Marcy, what are you brewing up?

Well, ladies, we're gonna be
leaving early in the morning.

Mr. Dillon, where do you live?

I live a long way
from here, Marcy.

Dodge City, Kansas.

I've heard Grandpa
talk about Dodge City.

Bet you miss your
grandpa, don't you?

Yeah, I sure do,
I miss him a lot.

You know, every once in a while,

me and Grandpa used
to go down into town

and get some supplies,

and after we finished
loading the wagon,

Grandpa would let
me get some licorice

while he went to the saloon.

Grandpa likes ladies in fancy
dresses and wearing rouge.

You know, Grandpa says a
woman can go farther in rouge

than a man with a horse,
a rifle, and a side of bacon.

What does it mean?

I'd say that means your
grandpa is a pretty smart man.

Do you think we'll
ever get back home?

Sure we will.

Better get some sleep now.

When's the last time you slept?

You look awful.


You'll never catch up
to them with us along.

Well, we're not exactly
eating up distance

like a prairie fire.

Face it, we're weights
around your neck.

Leave us here,
go on by yourself.

We'll be all right.

I can't do that.

You've got no choice.

Getting that girl away
from a pack of cutthroats

is tough enough.

Toting along me and
a kid, it's impossible.

You've gotta leave us behind

or forget that girl.

That badge is getting
too damn heavy.

Well, I've been
wondering where you were.

Fitz, after we finish
up in Chihuahua,

I'm heading out on my own.

Oh, laddie, laddie, laddie,

you're letting this
lass turn you around.

No, it's not just her.

She just made me
realize something.

I've lost my taste
for this line of work.

You know, Britt, I've always
thought of you as me own son.

Yeah, I know that.

I just can't take another
one of these trips.

Come on, Fitz, let's
make this the last one.

Ride with me.

Ride with you? Where?

Well, what about that place
you always told me about?

You know, where the
water's blue and clear,

and warmer than
a mother's smile,

and those pretty
little brown girls

who wear nothing but...

Well, they don't wear much.

Laddie, there's no such place.

That was just an
Irishman's blissful dream.

Yeah, but we can find it.

What do we use for money?

Well, we'll have enough
when we sell these girls.

For two months maybe, then what?

Rob a bank, make up
to an aging widow, what?

You can't quit, can you?

You don't want to.

Britt, it was the hand
that was dealt me.

You too.

Maybe, but I'm cashing in.

If you don't have anybody,
do you have a home?


Home is where you have to be.

San Antone's where I'm headed.

Do you know anybody there?


Well, how can it be home
if there's nobody there

to care for you?

Where'd did you get all
this sagebrush savvy?

Your grandpa?

Every day we'd
sit out on the porch

and watch the sun go
down, and Grandpa'd talk.

He sure did.

I wish you and
Mr. Dillon could come

live with me and Grandpa.


You'd like it, I know you would.

Well, Mr. Dillon has his
own life to go back to.

So do I.

All right girls,
rest time, let's go.

Come on, come on.

Is something wrong?

Can I talk to you?


Britt, help me.

I'll do anything.

Britt, get me away from here.

If you want me.

No, don't go.

Don't go.

I like you.

I like you a lot.

Britt, help me.

You know something?

You're pretty, almost
as pretty as my mama.

No, honey.

Your mother was lovely.


Any sign of them?

No, but I think we'll catch up
to them sometime tomorrow.

She asleep?

That's some kid.

How's that?

She said I was pretty.

You're not the only
pushover around here.

Why don't you ever
say things like that?

Well, you are pretty, Stella.

Don't tell me nobody
ever told you that before.

Maybe, but always
for the wrong reasons.

It's nice to know
you fill a man's eye,

especially if it's
a certain man.


Feels silly still
calling you Marshal.

I know it's Dillon, but
what goes in front of it?



Matt Dillon.




- Mama!
- It's all right, Marcy.

It's all right.

We're here, nothing
to be afraid of.

- They killed my mama.
- Oh, hush, hush.

Don't think about it.

Stella, will you be my mommy?

Just 'til we get
back home, please.

Oh, please, Stella.

We'll see.

We'll see, now you rest.

Marcy, Marcy, wake up.

We have to get going.

Where's Stella?

I don't know, she's gone.

Maybe she got lost.

Whoa, whoa.

Come on.

Now, Marcy, stay here.


Why'd you come after me?

Why'd you run off?


I can't replace what she's lost.

- All she wants...
- I know what she wants.

Can't you see what's happening?

She's starting to
paint and dream,

and with me taking
her mother's place.

I can't handle that.

If I let it start, how
am I going to stop it?

That's what she needs right now.

I don't care what she needs.

I don't want any
part of it, hear me?

She's asking for something
I haven't got to give.

If you didn't have it to give,

you wouldn't have
run off like this.

Don't you understand?

After this, I go
back to what I am.

And what if you find out
it's not what you'd like to be?

All I want to be is accepted.

Well, I think she's
done that for you.

Oh, leave me alone, will you?

Where do you think you're going?

San Antone.

You're headed in
the wrong direction.

North, isn't it?

Which way is that?

- That way.
- That's south.

Well, then, that way.

Stella, I can't
go after that girl

and leave Marcy alone out here.

What you gonna do?

I'm gonna do what you
suggested the other night.

I'm gonna leave
her here with you.

I've got no choice.

You don't either.

Oh, Britt, tell the lads
we'll be breaking camp

in ten minutes.

Fitz, let her go.

Let her go, out here?

There's a trading
post two days east.

I'll take her there
and catch up to you.

You might just keep going, lad.

- No, I...
- Break camp.

I wager if we push it, we can
make the Rio Grande by dusk.

Break camp.

Hoxie, break camp.

Load 'em up, we're moving out.

Now, Marcy, I'm
gonna leave you here

with Stella for a while.

And I want you to
take care of the water.

Now, don't drink any
more than you have to

'cause I want it to
last 'til I get back.

It's your responsibility.

Yes, sir.

All right.

All right, in case
I don't get back...

Don't talk like that.

You will.

I know, but in case I don't.

Now, I want you to head
straight that way, that's east.

Before the sun gets up
too high in the morning,

pick a landmark over
there and head toward it.

Then when you get
there, stay overnight.

Then get up the next morning

and do the same thing over
again, do you understand?


That way you
should get to the fort

in two or three days.

Take care of her.

I will.

You take care of yourself.


Won't you talk to me?

You can't carry
a grudge forever.

Why'd you run?

I guess 'cause I realized
somebody needed me.

You know, and
I've grown thick skin.

What does that mean?

It means I've been
fooling myself.

When we get back home,

you can stay with
me and Grandpa?

Just for a little while?

Just to see how you like it?

Oh, I don't think so, Marcy.

It's San Antone.

Grandpa's been there.

So have I.

But it's been a spell.

What's in San Antone?

Something that was in
Abilene and all the other places.



Get in.

I'm taking this girl.

Does Fitzpatrick know this?

- Ask him.
- I will.

Now we gotta chance it on foot.

It's not too far to the border.

All right, come on.

Ha, where do you
two think you're going?

I should have seen this coming.

When a man gets
scruples, he gets unreliable.

Now both of you, turn
around and go back

where you come from.

Fitz, let us go.

No, lad, no.


We're coming through.

Oh, laddie.


I knew you had a
feeling for the girl, but...

to go up against me, son?

Fitz, move aside.

I can't do that, lad.

You know that.

If I let you get away with this,

how do I stop the others
from trying the same thing?

Give me the gun.


I can see there's...

no talking you out of it.

Oh, laddie.

I never thought it'd
come to you shooting me.

I surely never did.

Oh, I didn't want it
to get to this, Fitz.

It looks like I made
something outta you after all.

Better than me-self.

There's good in you, lad.

You keep looking for it.

They'll be coming now.

You get out of here.

I can't leave you like that.

Go now.


There's something I
never ever told you, Fitz.

What you've been to me.

Laddie, laddie
listen, listen to me.

You remember that
place I told you about?

That I said wasn't there?

Well, it is.

If you keep looking for it,

for the water, blue water.

Warm, warm as

a mother's...

Let's go, they'll be coming.

Don't you understand?

He's dead.

I killed him.

Don't you understand?

I killed him.

It came from over there.



What's the matter with you?

Shouldn't we keep going?

What's wrong?

I just hope you're worth it.

Well, if it's money
you're worried about...


Don't you know
who I just killed?

It's the marshal.

- What?
- Marshal Dillon

- from Dodge City.
- No.

Let me go.

He's the law, if he
knows I'm here, I'm dead.

Well, then go on and run for it.

I won't tell him.

Oh my God, what did I do?

I won't say anything, I promise.

I'm beginning to
think your promises

ain't worth a damn, lady.

Now don't make a sound.

Did you think I'd
let you touch me?

You filth.



Oh, oh, Marshal, oh, thank God.

Cynthia, are you all right?

Yes, it was so horrible.

I was so scared.

I escaped, and I run and run.

You alone?


Is she dead?

Yeah, who are you?

A damn fool.


- Grandpa.
- Oh, Marcy.

Oh, Grandpa.

Grandpa, I'm home.

I'm so glad to see you.

I'm so glad to be home.

Are you all right, honey?

Well, what are we waiting for?

Is it San Antone?


I got a job waiting
for me there.

Stella, Stella!

Stella, Stella, come
back, Stella, please.


Oh, hell, I've been
to San Antone.

Behind the Scenes of Women for Sale Part 1

William Conrad, who played Marshal Matt Dillon on CBS Radio, served as the narrator for this episode.

Behind the Scenes of Women for Sale Part 2

This two-part episode marks the last among James Whitmore’s three appearances as different characters in the series.

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