"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
A Case of Identity
Probably the worst fear I ever faced in my life wasn’t the fear of
loosing my own life or even the fear of someone burning down my
house and leaving me for dead. But the worst fear that
rocked me was the fear of loosing my only son. Anyone who knows me
knows that my boy is the most important thing in my life, and I’d
give up everything else to keep him. That’s why when men came onto
my land and threatened to take away my son, fear gripped me in a way
as it only can with my son’s life is in danger.
One day these men rode into town. Captain James Gordon and Lon Perry
were private detectives who came to North Fork on a mission – to
find the missing son of Mr. Robert Wingate. But the way they went
about in locating him was immoral and wrong. You see, they rode into
town, and when it was time for the North Fork school to take their
lunch recess, several of the boys came into town. Mark was one of
It was a gathering at the water – a water trough, that is. Several
boys were gathered around. The detectives tossed coins into the
water for the boys to catch, and they were able to keep those they
caught. Of course it was money, and there aren’t many boys who would
turn down an offer of free money!
Mark rode into town and saw what was going on. A homeless boy named
Dollar Ten ran up to Mark. "That guy over there, he's tossing
nickels. All you gotta do is catch one."
That got Mark excited. “Why’s he doing it?”
“I don’t know,” Dollar Ten stated. “I guess he’s just being
Of course Mark wanted to try his hand at it too. He knew how I felt
about him taking money from strangers, no matter how or why, but he
did it anyhow. I’m sure it is a mighty temptation for a boy. If only
he had known it was a trick. If only I had been in town that day to
stop him…As he ran over to try it, Gordon suggested he roll up his
sleeves. He had what they were looking for: a strawberry birthmark
just as plain as could be on his forearm. That was just what they
were looking for. The detectives looked at each other, and then
tossed Mark the nickel.
Mark thanked them and then turned to leave. But Gordon stopped him.
He pointed out the birthmark on his arm. He questioned him to find
out some information on him. You know kids, they don’t ever think
bad about people and want to be friendly. Mark never gave the
questions a second thought. He told them he was 12, my name was
Lucas McCain, and his mother was dead. Mark went back to school.
“That’s our boy,” Gordon stated.
“You mean that’s Wingate’s boy,” Perry stated.
They telegraphed him to let him know they had found his son. When he
arrived on the stage they met him, but before he could even get
started for my ranch, they demanded the reward money. “If you read
that circular carefully, you’ll see that I’ll pay $2,000.00 for the
legal recovery of my son.” He wasn’t paying anything until he
lawfully had his boy. They had put a lot of money into finding his
boy for them. “That’s your risk, not mine! I’ve paid off too many
detectives on too many wild goose chases…” Suddenly, he felt faint.
But he wanted to get to my place to see his boy.
Mark was at school when they arrived, and I was working in the barn
when I heard them approach. There were three riders. They tied their
horses to the house then walked over to me. "Howdy! I'm looking for
a man named McCain," Gordon greeted me. He introduced himself and
told me he was with a detective agency. Then he introduced me to the
others. He was looking for a man named McCain who had a boy with
“Well, that would be my son, Mark,” I answered politely. I told them
he was 12.
“That’s the right age,” Gordon stated. That puzzled me a bit.
Suddenly, Wingate stated, “The man we are looking for isn’t from
around here. You ever been near the Mississippi?” I told him I had.
“No, no…It was later
like ’73,” I answered. He asked me if I was sure. “I’m quite sure.
What is this all about, Mister?” I was getting a bit uncomfortable
with these questions.
“My son disappeared in the Mississippi Riverboat fire in the summer
of ’71. My wife too. They found Laura, but they never found Robert.”
I was sorry to hear that.
Just then Mark rode in. I proudly stated that that was my boy Mark
coming now. Then I introduced him to the men.
Suddenly, Wingate walked over to him and bent down to his level.
Then he lifted Mark’s right arm and rolled up his sleeve. I watched
from behind him, a bit puzzled and surprised at what he was doing.
Suddenly, he began crying as he put his hands on Mark’s shoulders
and kneeled in front of him. “Oh Robert! Robert!” he cried. Mark was
suddenly frightened, and I could tell. “Robert, I’ve been looking
for so long, son.”
I suddenly became quite protective of my boy. “He’s not your boy,
Mr. Wingate!” I stated angrily. I didn’t like them upsetting my son
“Her eyes.” He touched his face. “And her coloring.”
I suddenly grabbed his arm. “Now listen to me, man,” I said quite
upset. “Listen to me Mr. Wingate. I’m sorry about you loosing your
son, but that doesn’t mean you can come around here claiming mine!”
"Ten years I've been looking for him and now I found him. He's mine
McCain!” He turned to look at Mark. “I'm your father, Robert!" He
actually yelled that at my son!
That scared Mark. He ran over to my side for protection from him. I
put my arm around him protectively. Mark was very upset, and that
upset me even more! "Now that's enough Mr. Wingate!” I ordered. “Now
get this straight! I'm giving you and your friends one minute to get
off this ranch!" I turned to get my rifle that I had leaning up
against the barn. I was shocked, though, when Perry suddenly shot at
me. He told me to keep my hand away from the rifle.
That really worried me! They were really serious about taking my
But suddenly Wingate hit Perry’s gun with his cane. “There will be
no force used!” Wingate yelled. Then he turned to me. “I’ll fight
this in the courts! I’ll prove that he’s mine legally!” Suddenly,
Wingate collapsed to the ground. I immediately ran over to him. I
told Mark to go get me some water. Then I ordered the two men to
ride into town and get the doctor. They just sat there staring at
me. “Well if you care anything for your client’s future, don’t stay
there gawking! Go get the doctor!” I ordered angrily.
Mark brought me the water and I gave Wingate a drink. That woke him
up. Even as I stood there wiping his face and he was gasping for
air, he stated, “Don’t worry, Robert. I’m alright.” I looked at Mark
and sighed impatiently.
So you can see why I may have been a little rude when the doc got in
to check on Wingate. He reported to us that it was only the heat and
the long ride from St. Louis, and he needed a lot of rest and quiet.
But then he stated he didn’t want him moving tonight.
After all that had been said this afternoon, I could not…would
not…allow this man to stay in my house! I have allowed outlaws and
men I didn’t particular care for stay in my house without giving it
a second thought. But Mark was upset…afraid…and I was the same. This
man was threatening to take the one thing away from me that I
couldn’t give him, and that alone was too much for me to handle.
The doc stared at me, shocked, when I made that announcement. “Luke!
Bring him in to my office in your wagon tomorrow,” he ordered me. I
told him I’d bring him now – anything to get this man out of my
house! “Luke, I don’t know what’s wrong, but this is a sick man.
Tomorrow.” He’s right, he didn’t have any idea what was going on!
But I knew that he was a doctor first, and I had to follow his
Wingate was able to sit at the table for supper. He complimented us
on the meal, but complained that he wasn’t a very good cook. The
last thing I wanted to do with this man is have a casual
conversation. Mark was still very upset. His very presence bothered
Mark. I looked at him and he got up and carried his dishes to the
sink. Wingate looked at Mark. “Of course with a boy around the
house, you’ve got company with your meals.”
I didn’t want to hear anything more about his boy, so I changed the
subject. I asked him if he did some kind of work back home. That
just made it worse! He kept looking at Mark. “I have a leather
tanning business.” Mark walked over to me to stand close to me,
protectively. "The sign over the door says, 'Wingate & Son'. I added
the son just after Robert was born. I never took it off.” He
continued to stare at Mark as he spoke, not taking his eyes off of
him for a second.
I suddenly asked him if he had any other children. I was angry, and
Mark knew it. I think that’s another reason he wanted to stand next
to me – to protect me from doing anything I’d be sorry for. It had
taken them five years to have Robert. “We’d almost given up hope.
When he was two we took a steamboat down the Mississippi to New
Orleans. I was on deck when the boilers blew up. Somebody must have
pulled me out of the river. Others weren’t so lucky. They had all
the bodies lined up in a barn and-“
He was getting too
descriptive. My son was already upset enough, and I didn’t want him
details that could give him nightmares! I tried to stop him, but it
did no good. “Laura was there, but not Robert. I spent weeks in town
looking for him. I asked everybody. Somebody took him, I’m sure of
that! Probably some childless couple.” Hearing this story only
confirmed my growing suspicious. He was desperate to find his son.
My son was in danger.
Mark was getting more upset. I suggested to Wingate to go to bed. I
knew I needed to calm my boy down somehow. “Ten years I’ve been
looking and I paid off more then a dozen detectives. But it was
worth it. I finally found my son. My Robert.”
“But my names’ Mark,” he said. He looked to me for comfort. Mark was
growing more worried. So was I.
That was it! I couldn’t take anymore of his upsetting my son. “Mr.
Wingate, I don’t mean to upset you, but I’ve got plenty of proof
that Mark’s mine,” I stated. He wanted that proof. I stood and
grabbed our family Bible. I sat it in front of him. “It’s all
there,” I answered. This was such a private thing for me. It was
nobody’s business but my son’s and mine, but he left me no choice. I
had to expose this private item to this stranger for my son’s sake.
“Date of the wedding. Mark’s birth. My wife’s death.”
I walked away with a heavy heart as he looked at it. That had been
hard for me to reveal, but I had to. But suddenly, my sorrow of
revealing our private things turned into pure anger…rage…Because
suddenly he took this special, private sentiment and turned it into
nothing. “You could have written this in anytime!”
I turned, staring at him as anger began building inside of me.
“Wingate, that’s a Bible!” I was shocked…beyond shocked…
Even worse, he slammed it shut – our precious family Bible that I
had opened for a stranger was slammed shut! “It’ll never stand up in
a court of law!”
Mark was suddenly very upset. He turned and looked at me. He saw the
pure anger cross my face. That was it! I couldn’t take anymore of
this. It was too much for me to handle! I started to go for him, but
Mark was suddenly there. He grabbed a hold of me with all his might
and stopped me. “Pa! Pa!” He said.
I looked down at him and saw the look of fear in his eyes. But it
was a new fear – he was afraid of me…of what I would do to this
man…I suddenly calmed myself down, knowing I was too angry. “I’m
sorry son,” I said. I was sorry. “You go on to bed. I’ll be right
there,” I promised him. He didn’t need to be around this man
anymore! Mark hesitated, worried that I would try to do something.
He was trying to protect me from my own self and I knew it. “It’s
alright,” I promised. But he still looked at me, fearful of what I
would do. “It’s alright,” I promised again as he started into his
He stood in the doorway and watched me for another moment. Then he
went into his room, closing the door behind him.
I only had one more thing to say to this man. "Wingate, when your
feeling better, we'll talk about it. But, not in front of the boy!"
I said this with a lot of force and sternness. I wanted to make sure
he knew where I stood!
I had to go talk to my son. He was very upset and that made my heart
even heavier. I walked into the bedroom slowly. I saw Mark laying on
the bed, his face to the wall. He was very upset and scared. I’m
sure there were a million thoughts going through his head right now.
I had to stay strong…confident…for his sake. I slowly made my way
over to the bed. “Mark,” I said softly as I bent down beside the
He turned over to look at me. I saw those emotions on his face. "I'm
not his son, am I?" Not for a second did I believe he thought that,
but a boy’s mind is easily confused. He was so confused right now…he
didn’t know what was real. I had to tell him.
"No your not his son. Your a part of your mother and me,” I assured
him as I looked straight into his eyes sternly.
Mark needed to hear that. It made him feel a little better. “I feel
sorry for him, Pa. But why did he have to pick me for his son?” Mark
asked. This had to be rough on him!
“I don’t know Mark,” I answered him with a sigh. “But I’m gonna find
“I think he’s a little sick in the head!” Mark declared.
But I was always trying to help Mark to see the best in people, and
this man could be no exception. “No, he’s a little sick in the
heart,” I stated honestly. “Like I would be if I lost you and spent
years trying to find you. That could be a powerful grief.” I think
those words helped me as much as they helped him understand this
man. I reached out and patted him on the shoulder. “You better get
ready for bed, huh?”
Mark nodded, knowing it had been a long day and I wanted him away
from this man who had upset him so deeply. But as I walked toward
the door, he stopped me. “Pa?” I turned to look at him. “I love
you,” he suddenly said.
That made me smile. He needed to say that, to let me know that he
knew he was my son. I needed to hear it. While the fear of loosing
my son was so powerful over me, I knew that my son loved me. I
couldn’t hardly say anything, what with all the emotions in the
room. “I know you do,” I answered.
That was enough for
him. It made him smile a relieved smile. He knew everything would be
But I didn’t…yet. As I stepped out into the living room, I couldn’t
help but to be afraid…very afraid…of what lengths these men would do
to get my son. But no matter what, I couldn’t let Mark know how
concerned I was for him.
Wingate was on his hands and knees praying and crying. "I never gave
up hope of finding him Lord. Thank you Lord, for returning my son to
I couldn’t handle that anymore! I stepped back into the bedroom and
closed the door.
The next morning, Gordon and Perry were getting very nervous! Perry
didn’t want to stay around any longer then he had to. He thought
they should come back to the ranch and demand Wingate to give them
his money. Gordon reminded him the money was in the bank. He’d have
another talk with Wingate and tell him they needed money to get the
case started. Perry had been playing with his gun this whole time.
He had a better idea. “Kill McCain.”
“You know what you’re saying?” Gordon asked in surprise.
“Sure. I get him to draw on me. Kill him. Then Wingate can claim the
boy, we get our money and get out of here!” Perry made it sound so
easy, but Gordon told him about my quickness with my rifle. I wasn’t
an easy man to kill. “You’ve never seen me throw down on a man, have
you Gordon?” Perry suddenly stated. “If you don’t talk some since
into Wingate, you just might get that chance!” Perry promised.
I drove Wingate back to town the next day. Mark sat in the wagon and
when we stopped and untied Wingate’s horse to give to him. “I
suppose I oughta thank you, McCain.” I didn’t say a word to him. I
had nothing to say – at least nothing nice.
Suddenly, he called Mark Robert again. “My name’s not Robert,” Mark
told him as he came up to him. He tried to give Mark a money piece
to buy himself something. Mark did want to take it, but he turned to
me and saw the stern look I held on my face. He knew what that look
meant – No way! Mark turned back around. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” But
Wingate insisted. He wanted to give it to him for taking care of
him. Mark turned to look at me again, but I held the same quiet,
stern expression. Mark turned back around. This was hard for him to
do, but he had no choice. “I’m sorry, Mr. Wingate, but my Pa’s
taught me never to take money from strangers.” Then Mark turned
around and quickly walked away. Wingate walked toward the docs. I
only stared at his retreating figure.
Dollar Ten helped Wingate get settled in his hotel room. As he took
a drink of water he wondered why a boy his age was working in the
hotel. He told him to ask for “Dollar Ten” if there was anything
else he wanted. “What’s that?” Wingate suddenly asked.
“Dollar Ten. That’s my name. A man once gave me ten cents for a
shoeshine and a dollar for a tip. I had the name ever since.”
Wingate suddenly took the money he had offered to Mark from his
pocket. “You know, I know a boy who wouldn’t take this. Maybe you
will.” He did with great pleasure.
Gordon and Perry suddenly rushed into Wingate’s room as Dollar Ten
was leaving. Gordon assured Wingate that he had a lot of experience
in legal matters and would need money to get the case started. But
Wingate assure him he’d handle the case himself. Gordon announced
that they would leave town since he no longer had any use for them.
Wingate told them to let him know where they were so he could send
them the reward money. Perry suddenly insisted they get it before
they leave. But Wingate again reminded them that he would not give
them a until the boy was his. “I’m beginning to see your merit in
your idea after all!” Gordon told Perry before they left.
I went to talk to Micah about my latest predicament. He had seen the
reward poster somewhere, and was finally able to locate it.
“2,000.00 reward for information leading to the whereabouts and
legal establishment of Robert Wingate, the son of Aaron and Laura
Wingate missing since the Mississippi Riverboat fire of April 1871.”
I took over the reading then. “Now 12 years old. Brown hair, dark
eyes, birthmark on right forearm.” Reading that only upset me more!
Micah agreed with me – a man could make a lot of boys meet that
description. I was guessing he’s met a lot of boys that met that
description and each time he tried harder to make that boy fit. Now
he was convinced Mark was his son.
Micah didn’t like it – offering money could make it an awful
temptation to stir up trouble. I asked Micah what he knew about the
detectives. “I don’t know the big fellow. But I remember Gordon.
He's nothing but an ordinary bounty chaser trying to sound
legitimate by calling himself a detective. You be careful Lucas.
They might try anything to get their hands on that reward money."
I agreed. "Even kill me," I said.
I wanted to talk to Wingate. But as I stepped out of Micah’s office,
I saw the two so-called detectives standing on the porch of the
hotel just waiting for me. Perry stopped me as I tried to go inside.
“McCain, I want a word with you!”
“I’ve got nothing I want to say to you,” I answered.
He stepped down onto the street and stood in front of me. “I take
offense when a man refuses my company!”
“Well take offense, mister!” I stated angrily. I knew exactly what
they were trying to do, and I didn’t want any part of it!
walked into the hotel and straight to Wingate’s room. I knocked
persistently on the door and when he opened it, I invited myself
inside. “Wingate, I want you to do me a favor. Pack your things and
get out of town!” I demanded. He said he wasn’t going to do me any
favors. “Nobody’s try-“ I started. But I stopped. I was suddenly
getting very upset. “Look Wingate,
Mark’s my boy and no amount of lawyers or detectives are going to
prove otherwise!” I insisted. “Look Wingate, your stirring up a lot
of trouble with this search of yours. Those men who call themselves
detectives, they’re nothing but cutthroats looking for some easy
He wouldn’t listen to me! He insisted that they weren’t going to get
a cent until he get’s Robert.
I knew that! And his words were making me angry all over again. You
just can’t stop a father’s anger! “Well that’s what I’m worried
about!” I yelled at him. “They’ll do anything to get their hands on
that reward! They’re down there right now waiting to provoke me into
a gunfight on the chance they’ll kill me and make it easy for you to
He didn’t want to hear anything I had to say. He was being stupid,
and it could mean my death and Mark’s separation from everything he
ever knew and loved, forced to live as a man’s dead son for the
remainder of his life! Just thinking about it made me angry! Very
"Alright Wingate, I'm going,” I answered calmly. I walked to the
door. Then I turned and put my finger right into his face. “But you
remember this, if they do gun me down, you may get my boy, you won't
have one happy moment until the day you die because down....” I
stopped, suddenly overcome by emotion at what that could mean for
Mark. “Down deep you'll know he's my boy, not yours."
I was fed up with this whole thing and was ready to see this
end…right now! I was also very angry and very afraid for my boy. I
had no choice. As I walked out of the hotel, there were men gathered
on the street. Even my boy was there. Gordon and Perry were standing
there, waiting for me to come out.
I walked into the street, ready for action. "You were saying
something to me a while back friend, what was it?"
Perry stood in the street as we faced each other. He had his hand on
his holster. "I hear your a bear with that rifle McCain."
"Yeah, I'm a bear," I answered as I toss my rifle in my other hand.
Suddenly, the door to the hotel opened and Wingate stepped out. He
was going to see the truth now.
"Alright Sodbuster, show me!" Micah stepped out of his office.
Everyone stood watching us as we faced each other in a shootout.
"Now," Perry suddenly shouted. He drew his gun, but I shot him. He
fell to the ground.
Gordon started to draw but I turned my rifle on him. Micah walked up
to him. "Gordon, I'm arresting you for the attempted murder of Lucas
Gordon knew he was defeated. "Ah, it was his idea," he announced.
“He wanted to go up against McCain.”
"Why?” I asked as I looked at Wingate. “It was to get my boy, wasn’t
it?” I asked calmly. He didn’t answer. I was suddenly angry at all
the trouble this man had caused. I grabbed him by his jacket and
dragged him over to Wingate. “Wasn't it?"
He said nothing.
"You knew all along Mark wasn't Wingate's son, didn't ya'?” I asked.
But I was suddenly overcome with emotion at the danger my boy’s life
had been put in…at the way Mark was so upset and angered over this
situation. “Didn't ya'?" I asked with a broken, angry voice
"Wingate was paying $2,000 to find him a son. Yours was as good as
any." I suddenly let go of him and started to walk away. I didn’t
want my anger to get the better of me.
Mark was beside me as we walked away together. But Wingate called to
me. “I’ve been a fool. I wanted my son so bad I…I almost got an
innocent man killed.” I suddenly saw the guilt and surrender in his
eyes. I suddenly felt bad for him…felt sorry…He looked at Mark.
“Please for give me.” He hesitated to let Mark know just how sorry
he was. “…Mark?”
Mark looked to me for my approval. I nodded, winked at him and gave
him a small smile. He had my approval. Mark turned and smiled at
him. He had no hard feelings!
We had thought it would be nice to have Mr. Wingate and Dollar Ten
out to the ranch for supper before Wingate had to leave for St.
I sighed a big sigh. It was over.
I even invited Mr. Wingate over for supper that night. Of course
Mark wanted Dollar Ten to come as well. And he did, all dressed up
in a suit and everything! Of course after seeing him so dirty, Mr.
Wingate was a little surprised to see Dollar Ten so clean. "That
dirt was the result of honest labor. Dollar Ten holds more jobs and
works harder then most grown men I know." I stated proudly.
Then we announced that Dollar Ten was an orphan living on his own.
"Nearly everyone in North Fork has offered him a home, but Dollar
Ten likes to be independent,” I stated.
"That may be so Lucas, but a boy needs somebody." Mr. Wingate looked
straight at Dollar Ten as he formed an idea in his head. "Dollar
Ten, how'd you like to come back to St. Louie with me? I've got a
big house and I live all alone. You could stay with me. If you'd
want to learn the leather tanning business, I could teach ya'."
Dollar Ten smiled and thought only for a second before he responded.
"Well sure! I'd like that!"
Mark and I smiled at each other. This was a happy ending! Dollar Ten
got a much needed father, and this lonely man got a nice needed son!
Dano appeared in five episodes ― The
Sheridan Story as the Confederate Soldier, Private Frank Blanden in
― A Matter of Faith as Jonas Epps the Rain Maker ― A Case of
Identity as Aaron Wingate, he was the man who was searching for his
long loss son, Robert ― Honest Abe as Able
"Abe" Lincoln, Able suffered a mental shock during the civil war and
as a result believes he is Abraham Lincoln ― Day of
Reckoning as Reverend Jamison, he was the
minister who was once a crooked outlaw.
Alcaide appeared in ten episodes ―
Trade as Hamp Ferris, he was the cowboy who wanted to turn Morley
in for the reward ― Obituary as Panama Billings, he was the
gunfighter who rode into North Fork trying to make a name for
himself and another notch on his gun ― A Case of Identity as Lon
Perry, he was the cowboy along with his partner Captain James Gordon
who scheme to make Wingate think Mark was his son ―
A Time for Singing as Spence, the leader of a gang of bank robbers who were
going to rob the North Fork Bank ―
Meeting at Midnight as
Schroeder, he was working with Benton & Morgan to break Carl Miller
out of jail ― Dead Cold Cash as Ben Casper, the attorney
for Sara Caruthers ― The Wyoming Story part 1 & 2 as Ross,
the Henchman for Forbes McKee the Indian Agent ―
The Journey Back as Will Carney, he was looking for revenge for his brother's death ―
Squeeze Play as Dave Rankin, the heavy for Willard Prescott.
Gee how many times did John Anderson star in
The Rifleman? Who
appeared in the most episodes Chris Alcaide or John Anderson? How
about John Milford?
Herbert Rudley appeared in two
episodes ― The Indian as Gorman, the Indian hater ―
A Case of Identity as Captain Jerry Gordon,
he's the guy who was trying to pass off Mark as Aaron Wingate's son.
Rhys Williams appeared as Doc Burrage in
six episodes ― Blood Brother ― Bloodlines ―
Letter of the Law ― A Case of Identity ― Sins of
the Father ― The Prodigal.
There were two doctors before
Doc Burrage although neither of them were ever named or given credit. Those
two episodes were The Sharpshooter and The Marshal. In End of a Young
Gun Lucas told Hank he would go get Doc Sedley? Doc Burrage was first
introduced to The Rifleman in The Pet.
Doc Burrage was a regular character ~ how many different actors played
Doc Burrage? Can you name them?
Jim Breneman played Dollar Ten.
Couldn't find anything on him.
Michael Jeffers appeared in five
The Blowout as
the diner proprietor
as a barfly ― Mail Order Groom
as the hotel clerk ― A Case
of Identity as one of the townsmen ―
Lou Mallory as one of
the cowboys helping Lou get her hotel in order.
Custer appeared seven times ― None So Blind as a
Townsman ― Woman from
Hog Ridge as a Townsman ― The
Lariat as a Gambler ― The Vision
as a Cowhand ― Panic as a
Townsman ― The Jailbird as a
Townsman ― A Case of
Identity as a
Les Raymaster appeared in four
episodes. Three episodes as a townsman
— Honest Abe
— A Case of Identity
— one time as a gambler in The Lariat.
appeared in a total of eight episodes, seven episodes as a Townsman and one as
Day of the Hunter ―
A Case of Identity ― The Fourflusher ―
The Promoter ― Miss
Bertie as a barfly ― The Wyoming Story ― Face of
Yesterday - Anvil Chorus.
was a well known and respected stuntman, he appeared in twenty-seven
episodes of The Rifleman and still counting. Whitey
had over a 50-year career as a stuntman and stunt coordinator, he
has been praised as one of the top stuntman in Hollywood.
Whitey was the best of the best!
Bloopers - A Case of
You've heard Lucas' story, now hear Mark's