"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
'Eight Hours to Die'
Well, here we go again. It seems like my boy is always growing out of something. So, it was off to the store for more supplies, including a pair of boots for Mark. Well, I don’t think Mark was too happy with them because he asked to take them off after walking on them. I laughed at him and went to pay for the supplies. I asked Hattie to add a bag of flour and a bag of beans to the order. That’s when she started her motherly lecturing I’ve grown to love so much!
“Beans and flour…meat and potatoes…Is that all you and that boy of yours is gonna eat?” She asked as she started putting my supplies in the sack.
I couldn’t help but grin. “It’s good solid food,” I argued.
“Where’s the greens?” Hattie asked me then.
“Greens?” Now, this didn’t sound like a fun conversation!
“String beans, collards, turnip and beet greens. Now don’t you be telling me that your ma didn’t feed them to ya when you was a sprout.”
I rolled my eyes. “She sure did!” It made me sick just thinking about it. “And I sure hated them!” I declared.
“Of course you hated them! But you ate them. Else you wouldn’t have growed up the big lump that you are!”
I couldn’t argue with here there! She did have a point, after all. I needed to get going, so I gave in to her. “Put them in the sack, Hattie. I’ll take ‘em. Now, add up what I owe ya.”
Willard Denton (or whatever his name was) told me there was a letter for me. Well, Mark rushed right over to get it. It’s not often that we got a letter. Mark admired the letter and asked me if he could open it. I said yes, and he wasted no time! When he opened it, Mark realized that it wasn’t a letter. It was a newspaper article about a hangman being shot. Mark read the saying that was included with the article. “Judgment is mine. For I am the true judge of all things.” As soon as I heard those words, cold chills ran through my body. I had an idea what is was about. Taking the letter from him, I told Mark to go wait in the wagon. My boy didn’t understand just how much of an impact that letter had on me.
I wanted to get out of there. I needed to think about this. Willard asked me about it, and I told him it was a private matter. I’m sorry I said it, but I couldn’t hardly think straight at this point.
The next day, I was at home unloading the wagon when I saw a rider approaching the ranch. The letter had me really nervous and I was expecting trouble, so I kept my rifle handy, just in case. When I saw the rider approaching, I grabbed my rifle and hid myself out of view. I was relieved to see that Micah was the rider, but a bit irritated that his approaching scared me so much. "Expecting friendly company, Lucasboy?" He asked.
“What are you doing out this way, Micah?” I asked as I uncocked my rifle. He came to ask me a few questions. First he gave me a letter about a judge being shot. "Is that the story on the murder of Judge Martin Harlow?" He asked. He told me that the Judge was killed by an unknown rider. "Nobody's been prying Lucasboy." Micah told me he had received a notice from the sheriff at Claypool, just in case the unknown rider was coming this way. I asked him if he knew what he looked like. Micah didn't know, he thought I could tell him. He said that Henry Denton had told him that I had gotten the same kind of letter before.
"Just like this," I said. "First the man who hung Ephraim Burton, then the man who sentenced Ephraim Burton…Now the man who caught Ephraim Burton" I was the man who caught his son. I showed the letter to Micah. It read -
"The day of Judgment approaches and I am the judge"
"He is. Judge Zephaniah Burton, Ephraim's father. Ephraim was his son and was hanging around Claypool while Mark and I were living there. Wild, loud mouth kid, about twenty or so. Nobody paid much attention to him except when he was drunk. Then he was wild and excitable. Like the day he exploded ― it's been over a year ago, but I can see it like it was yesterday. Sunday morning when Mark and I were leaving church, Ephraim exploded, drunk, as an ole' hoot owl, leading his horse and cussin' like all get out. The preacher and one of the deacons went over to shut him up. Next thing we knew, there was a gun in Ephraim’s hand and he started shooting. When he stopped, the deacon was dead and two little girls were wounded. Ephraim got on his horse and rode out of town. I was on the posse that went after him. It wasn’t hard to trail a half local drunk kid. We caught him on a ledge in a box canyon. The only way to get at him without someone getting killed was with this.” I lifted my rifle.
“The sheriff said I wasn’t to kill him – just wound him. I did. Shattered his leg. We brought him back to be tried, convicted and hung.” Micah reminded me that it was done legally that way.
“That’s how the folks wanted it. Only, the hanging had to wait until he was all healed. Mark and I left before that. We came here and settled. After it was all over Judge Harlow and I had both gotten letters about the same, in that hand writing, signed by Judge Zephaniah Burton. He said how no boy of his could do no wrong and he would sit in judgment of the men who judged his son. He would be judge and executioner.
“We tried to check up. The letters came from Kentucky. We found out there was a circuit judge name Zephaniah Burton, a harsh unyielding man. A regular hanging judge who just lost an election there. Nobody knew where he had gone. We questioned Ephraim, but he claimed he had no father, said he never knew who he was. I guess he was denying the man."
Micah asked if I remembered where in Kentucky the letters came from. I told him Freemansboro. Micah and I both wanted to get a look at this man. Especially me. I didn't want to have to pick this rifle up every time a stranger rode by. "Yes Micah, it would be a real welcome to know what the man looks like who wants to kill me."
One morning, I was outside heating up the forge. I was trying to get Mark off to school "If you haven't got those coals hot enough by the time I get back from school Pa, I'll show you how to do it," said Mark. Mark was getting too big for his britches. I gave him a dirty look.
“Well, you just show yourself the multiplication tables, huh?” I answered him with a bit of annoyance in my voice, giving him a hint to ride on to school.
He wasn’t quite done yet though. He turned to his horse, then decided to go ahead and speak his mind. "But if you wouldn't pack the coals so tight you'd get a better draft.”
I gave him another dirty look, “You just better get yourself to school boy!” I snapped at him. I was already irritated over the letters. His comments just added to that irritation.
Mark knew better than to try anything else. I think my look did it’s trick because he jumped on his horse and left without another word. I watched him leave; then I went into the house and got my rifle so I could keep it near me. I didn’t want Mark to know how worried I was.
As I sat my rifle down by the forge, a heard a calf crying. So, I went into the fence to help her. As I was walking back, a gun went to my head. Oh no! The moment I dreaded was here. I knew that these were my last moments on this earth and I was scared. He told me he was there to repay me for the hangman’s rope that killed his son. I asked him if I could put the calf I was carrying down, and he told me to do it gently. “For I’m not here to pass judgment on a calf, nor on a man. Since it has been revealed to me that you too have a son.”
This shocked me so much that I turned to stare at him.
“That is right. For I am the judge and this is my judgment. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a son for a son. It is simple, poetic justice.”
I repeated his last words as I tried to come to terms with this new information. I had another problem all together if he was planning on killing my son. I looked over to the forge where my rifle sat. I knew I had to get over to it somehow. I had to save my son. We started walking over towards the forge. He kept talking.
“My son could have been guilty of no evil. All my life, I’ve been a judge of evil. I raised him in a stern and righteous mold, punishing him harshly. But he strayed from the path of righteousness. My son did no evil, those who have persecuted him did. So you must suffer as I have suffered. Waiting endless hour upon hour for my son to hang. For this is the judgment I pronounce upon you. You shall wait for the death of your son. You shall count the minutes and hours as the sun passes across the heavens knowing the moment approaches when I the judge – I the jury will act as executioner as hangman for your son.
I reached for my rifle. Everything went dark.
When I came to I was tied to a wagon wheel. I saw him tying a noose to the barn door. “Soon the scales of justice will be balanced.” He stated.
I couldn’t believe this was happening! I was helpless. “Why not now? You’ve got me,” I begged.
“This is not for you. There was no hangman’s noose for me, but for my son.”
It was then that I realized that he was planning on hanging my boy while I laid there, forced to watch. I couldn’t allow this to happen. “Listen, it’s me. I’m the one who caught your boy! I’m the one you have to judge and punish!” My voice was desperate, pleading. All I could do was speak! “If you touch him…if you harm him, I’ll kill you. You hear me? So help me, I’ll kill you even if I have to crawl back from my grave to do it!” I promised desperately. “Judge Burton, you believe in the law! That’s all I did, upheld the law!” Suddenly, he gagged me, taking away the only tool I had.
Desperately, I continued to loosen the binds. I worked on it all day as I thought about my little boy approaching the ranch, not knowing that danger was lurking for him. My eyes grew sadder and full of fear as I continued to work. The judge sat on the chopping block, reading from his Bible. He was calm, cool, and patient.
Suddenly, I heard hoof beats. It was time for Mark to come home from school. Fear filled my eyes as I sat there, helpless. The voice I heard was like a sweet song though. “Mr. McCain around?” It was the voice of my son’s classmate!
“Ain’t you his son?” the judge asked. I heard confusion in his voice.
“Heck no,” his friend stated. “And I’m sure glad I ain’t Mark! He won’t be home till way past dark.” Hope filled my eyes. I was so relieved that my boy was still at the school, safe.
“Way past dark?” the judge asked. I could hear the impatience in his voice.
“That’s what he told me to tell his pa. Teacher caught him pitching spitballs, so he’s gotta cut a whole cord of kindling. That’s a big heap of wood.” The boy started to leave. “You’ll tell Mr. McCain?” The boy rode off.
Relief flooded my face. Joy flooded my heart. My boy was safe! He was safe! For the first time, I was happy he was a mischievous boy. I was happy he had gotten himself in trouble. But the judge came over to me.
"Joy on your face? Well judgmental will soon be mine," he said. He told me he was going after my boy and bringing him back to the ranch. Then he left.
I had to save my boy! I was the only one who could help him. I HAD to get free. I looked around, desperately trying to find a way. That’s when I remembered the hot coals from earlier. I worked hard trying to knock over the forge. I used my foot. I could barely reach it, so it was hard. But I wouldn’t give up – never! I had to save my boy. I was finally successful, knocking it over. I worked at pulling the wagon toward the hot coals. Pain shot through my arms, and I cried in pain. Slowly, the wheels turned and I pulled the wagon toward the hot coals.
I felt the heat from the coals as they burned my wrists, but they were burning the ropes too. In fact, it burned right through. I was able to untie the ropes. I jumped up and ran to my horse. I had to get to Mark before that evil man killed him!
In the meantime Judge Zephaniah Burton went to Mark's school and told him that I had been hurt, serious, but not fatal. I had a badly broken ankle. He told Mark and his teacher that he found me on the road, my wagon had hit a rut and turned over. He told them that I tried to jump free but my foot got caught. My sweet boy was worried about me, but thankful it wasn’t any worse, so he stopped long enough to send up a prayer of thanks. This surprised the judge a bit, and he asked my boy if he was god-fearing.”
My son simply answered, “Course, sir.” Then they left. Mark had no idea that he was riding into danger. He thought they were on their way to save me. They were racing back. Suddenly, the judge’s horse stumbled over a fallen branch or something. Both the horse and the judge fell. My boy is such a caring boy! He ran back to help this evil man that wanted to kill him.
Because he had hit his head, he thought Mark was his son. Mark said he’d go for help, but the judge stopped him. “Don’t deny your pa!” he insisted.
My son was confused. “Pa?”
“I raised you right, boy. In the powers of righteousness! If I was strict and hard, it was for your own good, Ephraim!” The judge had his hands on Mark’s shoulders. Mark could do nothing but listen to him. “You understand that, boy, don’t you? You understand that?” Mark was confused, so he simply agreed. “I knew you would boy. They were lying when they said you did evil to deny me!”
Mark knew he was confused and begged him to stop talking. He was worried for this old man that wanted to kill him! “Pa,” the judge whispered. “Say it Ephraim! Call me pa. I want them to hear it – that you never denied me. Say it, boy. Pa,” the judge practically begged.
Mark did. “Pa,” he said with a question in his voice.
As another pain came over the judge, he passed out. My little boy dragged him under the tree to get him out of the hot sun. He went to the water by the rock wall and wet his handkerchief to place on Zephaniah's head. The judge awoke, and Mark asked him how he was. Mark told him he had been out of his head for awhile, begging him to call him pa. The judge was happy that Mark had done what he asked. I think he realized in that instance that this was an innocent boy, undeserving of punishment.
I was desperately riding my horse, trying to get to my boy. As I rode, I saw Mark and the judge in the distance. The judge had asked for a drink of water, and Mark had obeyed. As I stopped to take in the situation, I watched in horror as the judge pointed his gun at my little boy and shot. I saw Mark fall.
Overwhelming anger and loss overcame me. I raced my horse up to the judge, jumped off, and threw my hands around his throat, squeezing. I screamed," You stinkin' bad devil, I'll kill you with my bare hands! I'll see you in fire and brimstone for the evil scum you are!" I knew in that moment I would kill him.
About that time I heard Mark yell "Pa." A sudden joy replaced my anger. I turned to see Mark standing there.
“Mark! Oh Mark!” I cried as I ran over and picked him up, hugging him as hard as I could. He held up a rattler that the judge had killed. Mark was confused. "He said your ankle was broke. You said my Pa's ankle was broke," said Mark. My son searched my face for answers, but that would have to come later. I too needed answers.
"I don't know if I should kill you or thank you?” I said with thankfulness in my voice. “Why did you save him?" I really felt like I had to know.
"I saved him for the merciful Lord God Jehovah, who has permitted me some atonement for the evil I have wronged. For He is the true judge of all things and I am but His....." He then took a deep breath and fell to the ground.
He was dead. I closed his eyes and looked at my son, knowing there was a lot to talk about.
piddlin' stuff.....In this episode Mark was saved by Judge Zephaniah Burton from getting bit by a rattler. In 'The Hawk' he was again saved from being bitten by a rattler by Walt Hake.
George Macready who played the Judge in 'Eight hours to Die' was usually cast as a Villain. I applaud you for your role as Judge Zephaniah Burton - excellent choice! He also appeared in another episode of "The Rifleman" - 'Lariat' - as Colonel Craig who was the owner of the crooked gambling house.
Bobby Crawford Jr. was in this 'Eight Hours To die' as the schoolboy. 'The Gaucho' as Bobby. 'The Second Witness' as Freddy Toomey. He's the boy that told Mark his Pa wouldn't make it to testify against Slade Burrows.
He also appeared in his own series, "Laramie" as Andy Sherman.
He and Johnny appeared together in the movie "Indian Paint."
We all know whose brother he is, don't we? Do you know who is the older of the two?
Russell Collins who appeared in this episode as ????? He is referred as Willard/Henry Denton/Mr. Denton. While in the General Store, Lucas called him Willard. When Micah goes out to the McCain Ranch to give Lucas his mail - he said that Henry Denton from the post office gave him the letter for Lucas. But yet, the credits at the end of the episode says Mr. Denton? Russell Collins also played Charlie Willard the father of Dan Willard in 'The Apprentice Sheriff'. Is this guy any relation to Hattie Denton?
Hope Summers as Hattie Denton, owner of The General Store. Hope Summers appeared in 16 episodes as Hattie Denton. Hattie was first introduced to "The Rifleman" in 'Eight Hours to Die.'
Irving Mitchell appeared as Judge Harlow in this episode. He has appeared as such characters as a Judge—Lawyer—Bank Clerk—Laboratory Technician—Head Waiter—Minister—Autopsy Surgeon, just to name a few. He has done such things as "Perry Mason"—"Hotel de Paree"—"Yancy Derringer"—"Tales of the Texas Rangers"—"Maverick"—"Jeanne Eagels"—"The Ford Television Theatre"—"Ransom!"—"It's a Dog's Life"
Bud Osborne as the Hangman in Taos. He also appeared in another episode of "The Rifleman"— 'The Shattered Idol' as Loomis. He has a list of credits you wouldn't believe!
Marilee Phelps as Miss Adams, the school teacher. She was married to actor Adams Williams.
She also appeared in "Rawhide"—"My Three Sons"—"Screen Directors Playhouse" —"Climax!"— "The Eddie Cantor Story"—"City Detective"—"Without Warning!"
Jack N. Young — Jack did several stunts in "The Rifleman." He was in 'Home Ranch' & 'Eight Hours to Die.' In 'Home Ranch' Jack was hired as a Utility Stuntman and he also doubled for Chuck Connors in some of his long distance riding, etc. When you see Lucas being dragged in the filed, that is Jack and when you see Lucas get a hit to the tummy, that also was Jack. In 'Eight Hours to Die' Jack was again hired as a Utility Stuntman and he also doubled for Chuck Connors in some of his long distance riding, etc. Jack was the man who was hung. That would make him Ephraim, the son of Judge Zephaniah Burton. He also is riding for the Judge when he stumbles. Both the horse and the judge fell.
Jack has done many a stunts in his day. He worked with some of the best! Sadly Jack went unaccredited in most of his movies/shows. His list of credits is way to far to list. Although Jack is known for his stunts, Jack did a lot of different thing such as Miscellaneous Crew - Casting Department - Production Manager - Actor -Second Unit Director or Assistant Director - Producer.
Bobby Somers — has done many of stunts in his day. He worked with some of the best! Sadly Bobby went unaccredited in most of his movies/shows. His list of credits is way to far to list. Please checkout IMDB for a list of his credits.
Although Bobby is known for his stunts, Bobby did a lot of different thing such as Miscellaneous Crew and Acting.
Fred Aldrich appeared in “The Rifleman” several times. ‘Eight Hours to Die’ as a spectator at the hanging - 'A Matter of Faith' as a cowboy in the crowd – 'The Challenge' as a Barfly and 'The Wrong Man' as one of the townsmen at the carnival.
He has appeared in another episode of "The Rifleman" - 'A Matter of Faith' as a cowboy in the crowd.
He has appeared in several TV series - "Have Gun - Will Travel" - "The Untouchables" - "The Rifleman" - "Perry Mason" -"I Love Lucy" and has appeared in over 170 movies. He has done just about everything from Comedy to Sci-Fi.
Paul Kruger as the Sheriff in 'Eight Hours to Die' from Claypool. He also was in 'Panic' as one of the gang from town who came out to Lucas' ranch to help burn it down. He has appeared in over 140 TV series & movies.
*North Fork had three different school teachers.....Marilee Phelps - played the school teacher, in 'Eight Hours to Die.' (1958) Depending on where you check this info you will find her credited as Miss Adams or teacher.
Later Patricia Barry played Adele Adams, the towns school teacher in 'Three Legged Terror' and 'The Woman.' (1959)
In 'The Schoolmaster' - Arnold Moss played Stephen Griswald, the new school teacher in town. (1960)
Although we never saw Miss Pritchard, she is mentioned in 'The Jealous Man'. So I guess you could say 4 different teachers, but we only met 3 of them.
There are a lot of questions left unanswered at the end of this episode.
8 Hours to Die (an alternate ending)
by Michelle Palmer
You've heard Lucas' story, now hear Mark's
Bloopers for this episode & other episodes
Duel of Honor
around The McCain Ranch