"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
I’ve met many women in my life – some good and some not so good. This one was neither good or bad, but she sure was a piece of work! I met her when…
Well, let me start at the beginning. Mark and I were in town one day when I saw my friend and neighbor, Jacob Black coming out of the telegraph office. He held a piece of paper in his hand and sure did sound excited about…whatever the news was. “Jacob!” I called. “Jacob!” He still didn’t respond. “Mr. Black!”
He looked up then and greeted us cheerfully. He said it was a good day and for good reason. “Well, then maybe I picked the right day to talk business with you, huh?” I asked as I crossed my arms.
“Business? Any day’s the right day for that. What do you want?” He started walking on the street. Mark and I walked beside him.
“Well, that strip of land you’ve got, Jacob, along the creek bed that runs into mine? I’m getting tired of going around it. I-I’d like to straighten out my boundary line.”
“Well, it’s for sale, I told you that,” Jacob answered me.
“I’ll pay you a fair price, I’ve told you that!” I answered back. “But not a nickel more!” He laughed and told me to walk around it then. I grabbed him gently to stop his walking. “Now look Jake, I’ve been a good neighbor to you!”
“I don’t deny that.”
“And that strip of land is no use in the world to you!” He agreed. “Well then why do I have to pay you an unreasonable profit?” I asked impatiently as I put my hand on my hips.
“Well, no reason. Expect that I own it and you want it!”
“I don’t want it, Jacob!” I declared impatiently. “I just don’t want to walk around it anymore!” He told me I could take it or leave it. I glared at him as he walked away.
Mark listened to our conversation quietly. But as we watched Jacob walk away, he could no longer keep quiet. “I know you and Mr. Black are good friends, Pa. But you sure do argue a lot!”
I laughed. “Well, we are good friends, son. But sometimes he gets under my skin!” Mark and I started to walk away.
But suddenly, there was a runaway wagon. The driver could only warn people to get out of the way. I quickly turned and look. Jacob was right in the path of the wild horses. He threw his arms up and screamed.
There was no way out. He was right in the path of the horses.
I quickly pulled Mark out of the wagon’s path. Then as soon as the wagon passed, I ran back to look at Jacob’s crumpled form. Sadly, he looked like he was hurt in a really bad way. Because of my own shock, I grabbed Mark and hugged him to me. Partly I wanted to guard him from looking upon Jacob’s crushed form for too long, and partly I needed to feel the comfort of my son in my arms.
I brought Jacob to the doc’s and stood quietly as he examined Jacob. Doc turned to me and told me to bring the cattle to run with ours. I knew it couldn’t be good. “Doc, is he…gonna live?” I asked.
“Now that’s a fool question, Lucas! I don’t know! I ain’t the almighty. He’s hurt inside somewheres…” He didn’t know how to bandage that.
Jacob called to Doc. Doc tried to make him feel better by saying some nice things to him, but Jacob asked for some medicine to make him feel good. “I won’t lie to you, Jacob.” That’s all the doc had to say. Jacob knew the truth.
Jacob called out for me and I hurried over to him. “I wanna ask you a favor.” Assuming I knew what the favor was already, I told him not to worry - that I would look out after his place. "Get somebody else to look after my place. I want you to go to Willow springs." I asked him why.
He was weak – could hardly talk. I was patient while he spoke weakly. “Two weeks ago I went to St. Louis. Remember?” I nodded. “I got married.” Doc and I looked at each other. “Surprised?”
“Yes Jacob,” I answered in a little more then a whisper.
“First time I’ve been happy in fifteen…years…She’s gotten as…as far as…Willow Springs…” He tried to get a paper from his pocket, but his hands were shaking badly and he was so weak.
I grabbed the paper from him and read it. “On my way to North Fork. Waiting for connecting stage.”
We reminded Jacob it would be a full week before the stage got here from Willow Springs. “I want to see her before…Doc? Seven days?” He pleaded. He couldn’t guarantee that. Jacob was pretty hurt.
I wanted to help him in anyway I could. “Doc, riding hard I can bring her here in three…maybe four. Doc shook his head. He couldn’t even guarantee that.
“"Oh Lord, I wanna see her one more time. Oh Lord," Jacob cried.
“Jacob, I’ll go to Willow Springs.” That’s all I had to say. He thanked me. But I had to warn him. I told him it would take three or four days.
“Three days. I’ll wait.” I put the telegram back in his hand to give him something physical to hold on to as a reminder of why he had to stay alive just a little while longer. Then I started for the door. As I grabbed my hat, Jacob spoke again. “Lucas, I'll make it worth your while."
But I cleared that up right away. "I'll do this much for a neighbor Jacob, not for pay. Thanks anyway." I quickly left to look for Mark. He was anxiously waiting to hear how he was. As usual, I was honest with him. I held my hand on his shoulder as I announced, “Now we have some work to do.”
“Yes sir?” Mark asked, rearing and ready to go. He loved feeling important.
You run Mr. Black’s stock and run them with ours. Get one of the boys to help you. You think you can do that?” Mark was more then willing to do it. “I’ve gotta go to Willow Springs to fetch Mrs. Black. I’ve got-”
“Mrs. Black?” Mark was suddenly surprised.
But I didn’t have time to explain. “Never mind that now,” I dismissed his question. “I’ll be gone three days, maybe more. You stay with Milly and ride out every day and water the stock.” I threw these orders at him as we walked toward the horses.
Mark started his whining about being grown up. To be honest, I was just not in the mood to hear it! “Oh Pa, I don’t have to stay with Milly! I’m old enough to take care of myself!”
I put a firm arm around his shoulders as I spoke my firm words of warning. “You’re old enough and smart enough to know that I don’t want to worry about you. I won’t if you stay with Milly.”
Mark understood. I didn’t have to get any firmer with him. “If you want me to.” We got on our horses and quickly rode for home. I needed supplied and another horse.
As I finished getting ready for the trip, I spit out final orders for Mark to pay special attention to Mr. Black’s stock and make sure he was in town before sundown. He told me not to worry. We were sure going to miss each other!
I rode hard and fast, stopping to camp one night. The next day I made it into Willow Springs. I tied my horses in front of the hotel and went in to ask about Mrs. Black. The man in the desk said, “Well now, that woman’s got a bigger reputation then I thought!”
“Reputation?” I asked, not getting his meaning.
“You’ll find her in the bar. Back there.” That was his only response to my question.
I was still puzzled, but I walked to where he had pointed. There was a woman singing.
“Don’t offer me whisky
Don’t offer me wine,
I was weaned on Champagne
in the cradle of mine.
It’s good for your thirst;
If you drink it so fast,
Then the bubbles won’t burst!
Three men sat at the table smoking cigars and drinking, definitely enjoying her entertainment. I stared at this woman, not quite believing this was Mrs. Black. She kept singing.
I’m cold on the outside,
but on the inside I’m warm…
I quickly walked out and went back to the desk attendant. “Are you sure that’s Mrs. Black?” I asked, hoping and praying this was some sort of mistake.
“That’s her, alright. Beauty, ain’t she?”
I took off my hat and walked back into the room. I had no choice! But she was still signing, and my presence wasn’t going to stop her entertainment.
♫ Champagne, Champagne
It’s good for your thirst;
If you drink it so fast,
Then the bubbles (hiccup) won’t burst!
My answer is no sir
When you’re drunk on Cham-pagne (she stared at me)
Then my no’s sounds like yes.
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She stared at me as I stared at her. She was trying to figure out who I was and why I was there. Or maybe she found me attractive. I was staring at her in disbelief, not quite ready to grasp this. I was waiting for her to give me permission to speak, but she simply turned from me and went back to sit at the table where the interested men were sitting. They half-stood as she sat. She continued her drunken singing.
I’m cold on the outside,
but on the inside I’m warm.
Champagne is sweet love
in drinkable form.
I slowly walked up to the table. “Excuse me, ma’am.” I interrupted her song. “Are you Mrs. Jacob Black?”
"I'm Elizabeth-“ She suddenly stopped and gave a little laugh. “Isn't that funny? I can't think of myself that way. Yes, I'm Elizabeth Black. But I'm really Beth Garrett. Who are
you?" I told her who I was and that I was her husband’s neighbor. “Well, isn’t that nice? I’m meeting the neighbors already!” She joked. “Sit down, Luke, and raise a glass with us.”
“Can I have a word with you in private, Mrs. Black?” I suddenly asked. I didn’t want these men involved in our talk. But she smiled at them, stating they were friends of hers. “Well, Jacob is a friend of mine. I’m here because he’s asked me to come.”
She smiled at me again. “Then I’m sure you’ve had a long dusty ride, and you’ve earned a cool drink.” She told one of her friends to poor me a drink. I told her I didn’t have time – and neither did she!
“Now, what I have to say to you is best said in private. And it is important!” I told her sternly.
She suddenly got snotty with me. “Well, that’s too bad, Mr. McCain. Because I’m entertaining my friends.”
She wasn’t going to give me any other choice. I was going to just have to blurt it out! So I did. "Mrs. Black, your husband was hurt yesterday, real bad. The doctor didn't think he'd live long enough until a stage could bring you to North Fork. Now, Jacob asked me to come for you. We can be there by tomorrow night."
She was an actress, but not a very good one. She suddenly acted out her grieving wife part. "Oh heavens," she whined. "Oh merciful heavens, how dreadful the poor man. Oh the poor, poor man. What of me? What will I-" she stopped. "That's strange," she said. "I've played it twenty times, this scene. A wife at a gay party and the news of death comes.....I...I..I .never knew how it would feel. It just feels lost." She stood and walked over to me, announcing that she was an actress.
I didn’t have time for her life story. I tried to hurry her, telling her I had a horse ready for her. But the men didn’t want her to go. “Strikes me as a long ride for a poor errand,” one of the men stated. I turned and stared at him. “You said yourself that Black had just been hanging on. He’d likely be dead by the time you get there. Beth, you ever ride a horse for two, three days cross-country?”
Up until now, she didn’t know she had a choice. This man made her think she did. She thought she had to go. “You hardly knew him, according to what you told us. Maybe a week...” I told him this was none of his business. He told me to be practical.
“Practical?” I asked. He sputtered out that she’d get back in time for the burying. His mouth made me mad – but I didn’t have time to deal with even that minor annoyance.
She was weighing this man’s words as she thought about not going. "What can I say to him? I don't know him really," she said.
I had not time to loose – especially for this silly talk! “Are you coming with me, Mrs. Black?” I asked angrily. “Or will you be practical?”
I didn’t have to wait for my answer very long. She thanked me for my trouble, apologized I had made this trip for nothing, then sat back down at the table and smiled at her friends.
I couldn’t believe it! I slowly turned and walked away. How was I going to tell my dying friend that his wife abandoned him at the last moment? He loved her – that I could tell from just the little he had said, yet I had to find some way to- I suddenly hit the post on the porch. No! I wasn’t going to let some snot-nosed young lady do this to my good friend! I suddenly turned and stormed back into the hotel.
"You’re going back with me even if I have to tie you to the horse," I ordered sternly. She wasn’t going to get a choice – she wanted to behave like a child, I would treat her like one!
She stood up and faced me, beginning to argue. But I wasn’t going to listen to her snotty talk anymore! I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder like a sack of grain. She let out a scream and one of the men stood to her rescue, but I’d had enough of them too. I gave him a hard shove and turned to walk out.
“You say you’re an actress? Well, you’re going to play the loving wife because Jacob believes it. Your gonna make one old man’s death a little easier!” I exclaimed as we walked out of the hotel. She still argued with me, stating she couldn’t go without her things. “Yes you can!” I declared. I walked to the horses and plopped her down on one in one swift movement. Then I jumped on my own horse and we took off for North Fork without another word.
We traveled for quite awhile before we stopped. I climbed down from my horse making a few adjustments while she began talking from her saddle. "You probably know my husband better then I do. What's he like?" I didn't answer her because, quite frankly I had nothing nice to say to her at the moment. "You wife must find you a pleasant one with that temper of yours."
"When my wife was alive she never saw my temper," I answered shortly.
"On a two day ride, don't you'd think it would go a little faster with a little conversation?” Again, I remained silent. I didn’t think I owed her any kind of explanation.
She suddenly galloped off. “Don’t run down that trail, it’s tricky!” I called after her. Then I jumped on my horse and hurried after her, knowing she was putting herself in danger by trying to prove some stupid point to me.
She fell, but pretended to be hurt. I hurried over to her, suddenly concerned she really was hurt. I asked her if she was. “I don’t know,” she answered quietly. “I’m still too scared.” I offered to help her up. But she suddenly grabbed me and turned her face towards mine. Our noses were so close together that they were practically touching. Our lips were only an inch apart. “You can be nice, can’t you?”
She was seducing me. “You mean you fell off that horse on-“ I started angrily. She gave me a seductive laugh and I let go of her. She sat back down on the ground. I turned and walked away.
“Hey tall man,” she called. I stopped but didn’t turn around. “You’re not gonna walk away from me now, are you?” I looked over my shoulder, and then walked away from her.
We were settling in for the night. I sat by the campfire enjoying a nice cup of coffee and listening to the night animals calling out again. But then I saw Miss Elizabeth Garret walking over to me. She wasn’t used to this rugged life and thought it was a restless night. I assured her in a tired voice that things would soon calm down. She wasn’t sure if this was friendly country. I told her the folks were friendly enough.
But she wasn’t so sure. “Folks are the same everywhere – not to be trusted.” I looked at her a bit startled, maybe even feeling sorry for how she felt. “I mean the land – the country.”
“You have to fight the land. And love it too,” I answered as I took another drink of my coffee. She thought it was lonely country – things were wide apart. “Oh, it can be lonely. Here or anywhere.”
“That’s the worst I think,” she stated. “Loneliness. Does it ever reach you? Do you live alone?” I told her Mark and I lived alone on our little ranch – he was twelve years old and a good boy.
“I can hardly remember a time when I wasn’t alone,” she whined softly. “No one to share with, no one to depend on.” She had no relatives. “I guess that really why I love being an actress. In a play you can pretend to belong to somebody. At least for a little while.” I thought that was a poor substitute. “Oh, it has it’s good points. You’re not stuck with people you don’t like. But it’s not a good way to live. You’re always moving around.”
“That’s bad,” I stated sorrowfully. “No roots anywhere.”
“No roots…anywhere,” she answered. “That’s really why I agreed to marry him. Oh, it wasn’t because he had money. It was more then anything a…place to belong. He was kind to me and gentle and…well, that’s enough to start with. Oh, I would’ve made him a good wife. Those men in Willow Springs, they didn’t mean anything to me.” I suddenly looked at her and sighed heavily. I didn’t want to hear about those men in Willow Springs. “They were just company cause I was lonely on the road. Can’t you understand that?”
I got to thinking about it. “Oh, I understand loneliness,” I answered. “I know how it tastes and…how it smells. People do strange things because of it. I’ve seen it. Stranger things that make an unlikely marriage. I’ve done some funny things myself…At the time it seemed everything…was empty.”
She got to thinking on that. “No one to care, no one to-“ She looked at me. “-belong to.” She leaned toward me. “Do you belong to anyone?” I turned my head and looked at her. “Do you?” I turned away and started to take another drink of my coffee. “Come here, Lucas.” She spoke seductively. “Come here.”
I turned and looked at her. I couldn’t believe this! She was married to me and was seducing me just like that! I sure did feel sorry for Jacob. But as I stared at her, I suddenly sneered, “You’re Jacob’s wife!” I turned my head away from her. “Loneliness doesn’t excuse everything!”
That mad here mad. "Holier then thou. That your good at. That's easy for you, you’re never weak, are you?"
"Tomorrow morning we’ll be in North Fork. You can put on your act for the man you married. Make him believe it," I said. Then I stood up and walked away, leaving her there to stare at my back.
No sooner had we ridden into North Fork when I heard, "Pa, Pa." It was Mark. It sure was good to see him! I reached down and grabbed him by the arm. I pulled him up into the saddle and sat him behind me. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist. Boy, that was a comforting feeling – he was right where he should be. I asked how if everything went alright – which it did according to my boy. He had gotten lonesome for me, boy that made two of us! “How’s Jacob?” I asked then. He said he was just the same – still waiting for his wife to arrive. He was in the Billiards room at the hotel.
Mark suddenly turned to see a woman sitting right beside me in a saddle. “This Mrs. Black?” he suddenly asked.
I nodded. “My boy Mark,” I introduced them. She figured he must have been since he looked so much like me. Funny…folks usually tell me he looks like my late wife! Boy, but I knew Mark had some questions! I left those alone for another time and just let him wonder.
The three of us entered the hotel. I motioned for Mrs. Black to make her way into the room. She hurried across the room and started primping herself in front of the mirror. I couldn’t believe the gull of this woman! “This isn’t the time for that!” I declared.
“They’ll never be a better time,” she answered as she continued primping. “Just how do you think he expects me to look? Dusty and messy or pretty?” She had no priorities whatsoever…and apparently no feelings!
I told Mark to stay out in the lobby while me and Mrs. Black went inside. She hurried up to the bed. “Jacob!”
“Beth,” he said weakly. “My dear Beth,” he reached out for her.
“Oh Jacob, you poor, poor man! We’ll get you well. I’ll take care of you. I’ll be loving, you’ll see!” She seemed really moved all of a sudden. I suddenly felt myself feeling sorry for her.
"I just wanted to see you again, just once more," said Jacob.
“Please don’t Jacob,” she begged. “Don’t say that.”
"I don't want to leave you, before God I don't. I was us to have a home together." She assured they would. He told her he had left her some money and the house and that I would help her. I assured him I would. "Thank you for everything, you've been a good neighbor.”
That’s all we could understand. I was saddened to see him die. He was a good neighbor and a good man. It was amazing that he loved this young lady that stood beside me so much that he hung on until he saw her. I’m glad he didn’t know who she really was. There was complete silence in the room as we silently mourned the passing of Mr. Jacob Black.
Mrs. Black, now a widow, turned and walked toward a window. “No one ever…worried about me before,” she stated humbly.
I did feel sorry for her. I walked up behind her. “I’m very sorry to…put you through this. Sorry it had to be this way.”
Her voice was still sad, but held a defiant tone in it. "That's what you did, isn't it? He died happy, didn't he?"
“I guess so,” I stated as I looked at him over my shoulder. I turned back to her. “I meant my promise to him. I’ll help you any way I can.”
Her voice returned tot hat of Elizabeth Garret. “Are you satisfied? Was the performance alright?” She turned to me. “Or don’t you think I played the bereaved wife properly?”
I absolutely could not believe this woman! “Yeah, I guess you are a pretty good actress.” I walked away.
Mark felt sorry for her. He wondered what she would do now. He had no idea that she wasn’t suffering the way everyone assume she should, and he didn’t know that. I told him she’d get over it in time. As far as I was concerned, this was a closed chapter. I just wanted to take Mark and go home now!
But before I could leave, Nancy stopped me. She handed me a folded piece of paper. I immediately wondered what it was. "Jacob had me write it up and he signed it. Those two acres along the creek bed that you always wanted.....he had me turn them over to you. He said he couldn't rest easy if he left this world beholdin' to anybody." I humbly studied the document. My heart swelled with the thoughtfulness of a dying man.
But then I heard his widow’s evil laugh. I looked up at her, angered by her immature attitude. "So….there was something in it for you after all. A price to be paid. And you with your holier then thou attitude, I should have know you were too good to be true, Mr. almighty, Lucas McCain!”
I had turned and looked at Mark during her little speech. I didn’t really want him to witness this, but I had no choice. "No matter what you think of me this has nothing to do with the fact that I promised Jacob I’d help you.” I walked up to her and held the documented in her face.
"I don't need your help, and there's nothing in it for you," she answered.
I tried to hand her the deed. "Well, here's your deed, I don't do favors for pay.”
"Be as honest as you are stubborn, are you sure you didn't expect anything in return? Wouldn't it be strange if Jacob didn't find a way to pay you back? The thought did cross your mind, didn't it?" She nodded her head. "Your human after all."
I held on to the Deed. “It crossed my mind,” I answered. But not in the way she was thinking, and Jacob had returned the favor in ways she would never, ever be able to understand!
She smiled at me as if she had just one some sort of victory. “I have my human moments too.” Then she walked away.
It had been a long week and I was pretty tired so we stayed in town for supper. Mark came out happy that we had eaten at the hotel. I tiredly sat down in a chair and lit a cigar, ready to enjoy the night air. Mark thanked me for the supper and commented that Milly had taken him to the hotel every night. “Yeah, that was nice of her.” She was spoiling my boy!
"Imagine Mr. Black waitin' those three days," said Mark. "Guess he really loved her."
He had no idea! I simply agreed with him.
If I was expecting a nice, quiet, uncomplicated evening, my boy suddenly changed that with one of those questions that every growing boy asked. There were times I wouldn’t have minded the question, but today wasn’t one of them. "Spite you being so much older, could you explain love to me?"
I must say his question came to quite a shock to me. I quickly tried to talk my way out of this, hinting to him that maybe I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. "Oh.....you don't want me to explain that, now do you son?"
Nodding his head he said "Yes I do!"
Okay, here it went! "Well Mark, it's a lot of things. It means different things to different people, depending on what they want." "To some it means.....sharing, to some.....taking.....to some, just doing for others."
He looked puzzled, but I turned back to my cigar, hoping that would be the end of it. It wasn’t. “Yeah, but…but how does it feel?
I turned back to him as I thought about that question. "Well, if you love someone, who loves you, and you both mean the same thing by it, it feels good. Happy and safe and sharing." That got me to thinking. Maybe Beth did love Jacob in her own special way – the way she needed to.
My boy was always full of questions, and tonight was no exception. "What did she mean when she said that you were too good to be true?"
I looked at Mark. “I guess she-“ I stopped and thought on that some more. It was hard for me to admit this to my son. "I guess she meant I have my faults, Mark."
"Wha?" Mark wouldn’t believe that!
I just looked at him for a second and couldn’t help but smile proudly at my boy who had so much faith in me. "Come on, lets go home."
We hopped on our horses and rode for home – both of us side by side! As far as I was concerned, everything was perfect…at least for now!
piddlin' stuff..... Chuck Connors came up with the story for this episode and Lawrence Dobkin was the writer.
Diana Millay played Elizabeth Garrett-Black, she was married to Jacob Black and she was The Actress.
Morris Ankrum appeared two episodes ― The Actress as Jacob Black, the dying man who asked Lucas fetch his wife for him before he died ― Shivaree as Aaron Pelser, the Wagonmaster.
Charles Tannen appeared in six episodes ― The Boarding House as Barney, North Fork's Barber ― Sins of the Father as the bartender in the saloon where Andy Moon shot Shep Coleman ― The Jailbird as Josh Moore, the storekeeper at the Hardware Store ― Woman From Hog Ridge as the storekeeper ― Miss Milly as Mr. Penn the customer who Marty Ryan had ruffed up trying to get money on his bill owed to Milly ― The Actress as one of the men who Elizabeth Garrett Black was entertaining in the hotel bar, the man with the cigar.
Herb Armstrong played the hotel clerk in Willow Springs.
Kathleen Mulqueen appeared in four episodes ― The Sharpshooter as Nancy Hanavan, the clerk at the hotel ― The Actress as the Landlady, she was the lady who tended Jacob until Lucas could fetch his wife ― Eddie's Daughter as the lady who was talking to Eddie before the stage came in - she gasped when she saw Lil stepped off the stage ― The Angry Gun as Mrs. Peterson, the lady who took care of Mark until Lucas returned.
Joe E. Benson appeared in The Rifleman many times, probably more times than listed. Sometimes credited & sometimes not.
*Please note: In Dark Day at North Fork he appeared as two different characters - as one of the townsmen & the bartender.
Joe was a good friend & a neighbor of Chuck's. He helped Chuck build a tree house for the boys and also help build the addition onto the house which was later called the den. (One of the several tree house pictures)
Ralph Moody appeared in a total of twelve episodes of The Rifleman beating John Anderson and John Milford out at eleven episodes. He appeared in nine episodes as Doc Burrage and in three other episodes. The Visitors as Jonathan Dodd — The Spoiler as Roy Merrick and The Hangman as Eban Muchen.
Doc Burrage: Six Years and a Day ― The Actress ― Dark Day at North Fork ― The Mescalero Curse ― Man from Salinas ― Quiet Night, Deadly Night ― Mark's Rifle ― Conflict ― Requiem at Mission Springs.
Doc Burrage was a regular character ~ how many different actors played Doc Burrage? Can you name them?
James Gonzalez as one of the Bar Patrons.
Joe Phillips appeared in four episodes of The Rifleman as a Townsman ― Quiet Night, Deadly Night ― Outlaw's Shoes ― The Actress ― Strange Town.
Joe Polski appeared in four episodes of The Rifleman ― The Challenge as a cowboy in the saloon playing cards ― The Woman as a cowboy in the saloon ― The Lonesome Bride as a Stage Passenger ― The Actress as a Townsman.
Archie Butler — Stuntman — Stunt coordinator — Actor - Archie has been in more episodes then anybody with the exception of the regular cast and he probably was in more episode then some of them. ~Arnold Laven
Remember him in The Sharpshooter? Remember when Lucas shot the whiskey bottle and it shattered into pieces? Archie was the cowboy who slid the whiskey bottle to Lucas. Sometimes Archie was a stand-in for Paul Fix.
*Lawrence Dobkin directed The Tinhorn ― Jealous Man ― Day of Reckoning ― The Executioner & Man from Salinas. He wrote the episode The Actress. He also directed some episodes of Branded. Besides doing this, he appeared in many other shows and films.
He appeared in four episodes of The Rifleman ― The Sheridan Story as General Phil Sheridan. Knight Errant as Don Chimera del Laredo, he was the guy with the sword. The Gaucho as Juan Argentez, the Gaucho's father. The Day a Town Slept as Ben Judson. He was the man who beat Micah in the election for Marshal of North Fork.
Did you know that Lawrence Dobkin played General Phil Sheridan in both The Rifleman and Cheyenne?
In Cheyenne he played General Phil Sheridan in Gold, Glory, and Custer. This time he is presiding officer at a court martial hearing involving Custer's Last Stand. Thanks PJH!
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