"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
The Angry Man
Before I start this story, I should make clear that I’m a man who doesn’t
normally interfere with how other people raise their children. I don’t want
someone coming in and telling me how to raise mine, so I should have
the same respect for others. However, when I see a child being mistreated
and his life endangered because of a parent’s negligence, I feel it’s only
my duty, as a parent, to protect that child. I simply do it out of love for
both the parent and child.
You see, there was this man named Abel MacDonald who had a son named Carey.
Well, one day Carey…okay, maybe I should start with how I met them…
Mark and I were hunting on our property one day. We were tracking a deer. I
had him in my sights. The deer had stopped to rest down in a valley. As we
looked at him, Mark smiled. “Boy, he’s a beauty!” he stated. I had a perfect
shot. I picked up my rifle, cocked it, and started to aim it. Suddenly, Mark
said, “Easy pa. You don’t wanta miss.”
I hesitated for a moment and just stared at my young son. Just who did he
think I was??? That moments hesitation was enough to miss my perfect shot.
We watched the deer scurry away. We walked deeper onto the range and were
about to pass off my property. Before doing so, we came to a sign that read,
“Stay off this property or get shot! Abel MacDonald.” We’d never heard of
the name before, and I knew this was government land, so we ignored the sign
and moved on.
But boy did I get a nice welcoming when we got to the top of the hill. A man
and his son were sitting on their horses. The man was holding a shotgun on
us! His greeting words to me were enough to freeze me in my tracks. “Can’t
you read, mister? That sign says stay off my property or get shot! Now, I’m
giving you two just ten seconds to get back up that gully or I’m gonna pull
both these triggers at the same time!”
Well, I was trying to let this scene sink in. I hadn’t even had a chance to
figure out exactly what was going on when this man was suddenly talking
again. "Maybe you don't hear so good, Mister! I said ten seconds!" Had it
really been ten seconds???
Mark didn’t need to hear anymore. He was ready to go. But I wasn’t. I wanted
to get to the bottom of the reason a stranger had pulled a gun on me and my
son! I wanted to know if he was going to shoot us in cold blood if we didn’t
leave. He confirmed my suspicions – he was Able MacDonald – the subject of
my latest story!
“How come you got the right to chase people off government land?” I demanded
to know. That’s when he delivered a piece of shocking news. He had just
signed the homestead papers for the land that very morning!
Now, I’m a pretty friendly and hospitable man, so naturally I wanted to
forgive and forget the misunderstanding. So I smiled in understanding and
introduced myself. “Well, then I guess that makes us neighbors!” I
announced. “I’m Lucas McCain. I own the property right next to you.”
Well, this man was quick to inform me that he had no neighbors. He stated
that he and his son wanted to be left alone. I could tell something had made
him really bitter! “We don’t want to be bothered by anybody. That’s why we
put that sign up!” he stated.
By “we,” I could tell he meant “he.” Mark had taken a liken to Carey, and
Carey to Mark. I doubted the boy had any say in this matter!
Mr. MacDonald made it plain to me that I was to stay out of there. I tried
again to explain I was no threat, but he didn’t want to hear it. So I simply
told Mark it was time to go and rode off his homestead. This man was angry!
He continued yelling at us as we rode away. "Stay off my property! Do your
hunting some place else."
Well, that was the start of our relationship, but that wasn’t the main
problem as you’ll soon find out. In the mean time, Mark and I went back to
the ranch to fix supper. As Mark was getting cleaned up and I was cooking
the stew, Mark was trying to figure out why Mr. MacDonald was the way he
was. Honestly, I didn’t know the answer to this question, but I knew that
Mark needed an answer. So, to stall for more time to think, I asked Mark
what he meant. Then I gave my answer it’s best shot. “Lots of things happen
to turn a man,” I tried to explain. “Run of bad luck, maybe.”
Of course, Mark had more questions. But questions were good – that’s how you
learn! He wondered if MacDonald could ever be friendly. “Well, no one can
shut himself off the way he’s trying to do, especially with that boy of his.
I think if we just let a little time pass, let him get settled over there,
He’ll come around.” At least I was hoping! I’d hate to think that my
neighbor would be this angry for years to come.
Mark hoped he’d come around because there weren’t any other boys his age
close around, and he would love to have a friend nearby. Suddenly, Mark got
all excited and said, “Say, maybe we could ride to school together!” I told
him maybe after he got to know him better. “School’s the best place for
when you gotta sit near ‘em all day.” Mark answered. Funny, I always thought
school was to learn!
That was enough talking on that subject. I was hungry and wanted to sit down
with some of my delicious beef stew!
The next day, Mark came riding in from school. I hurried over to greet him
as I always did and asked him if Carey had shown up that day. Mark said no.
“I asked the teacher and she said she didn’t even know there was a new boy
in town!” Mark stated.
That concerned me a little. I hated to see a child not getting the proper
education that was needed now days. “Mmm….I wonder if Mr. MacDonald knows we
have a school in North Fork.” Being on the school board, I decided to ride
over and tell him. As a nice gesture, I thought I’d bring him over a bag of
seed corn as well. I turned to get ready to leave, but then I turned back to
my son. “And you,” I pointed straight at him. “Do your homework.” I said
I knew Mark had a tendency of putting such things like homework off, which
often caused a small battle later. Mark gave me a frowny face, sorry I had
remembered to remind him of this. I smiled as he rode off.
I rode over to MacDonald’s house and found him making some repairs. My
greeting was friendly enough. "Good afternoon Mr. MacDonald."
He started right in where he left off with me. "I thought I told you to stay
clear of my place," Mr. MacDonald said hatefully. “Now, I’ve got my gun just
inside this door!”
Man, but this guy had an attitude! I immediately told him to simmer down.
“This is a friendly visit.” Then with a friendly smile and a happy voice, I
said, “I brought you a sack of seed.” I put the sack on the ground.
But he was still at it. “I don’t want no visits, friendly or otherwise!” I
couldn’t believe this guy! “Now, do I have to get that gun?”
“Will you forget about your gun for a minute?” I was still trying to be nice
to him. “I came over to tell you something you may not know. Now, hear me
out, then I’ll leave.” Though he still had an unfriendly voice, he allowed
me to talk. “Well, you’ve been here for some time now, and Mark tells me
Carey hasn’t been to school yet. I thought you’d like to know we do have a
school in North Fork. It’s got a fine teacher, plenty of good study books.”
“He ain’t gonna go to no school!” MacDonald suddenly stated. “I’m teaching
him all he needs to know!”
I couldn’t help myself! “What right does a man have to deny his son an
education?” I muttered. I knew it took a good education now days to make it,
and I couldn’t stand watching a boy not getting that opportunity –
especially when it was available.
“I got every right. Now, if that’s all you have to say, get moving!”
MacDonald ordered me.
Well, there was nothing I could do. He wasn’t breaking any law by keeping
his son from school. So I left it alone. “All right, MacDonald.” I started
to leave, but the fact that Carey wasn’t being allowed to attend school
really ate at me. I just couldn’t leave something this important alone. I
was a father too and knew it was a parent’s responsibility to make sure a
child is started on the right foot. So, I turned back to him. I pointed my
finger at the seed. “You plant that seed properly, it’ll grow. You plant it
wrong, it’ll be worthless. Remember that. And remember one more thing. Every
boy needs a proper education. Without it, he’s no better off then that
seed.” Then I left.
Though this may sound like the heart of my problem with MacDonald, it was
soon about to get worse – much worse. But it’s not quite time to talk about
that part yet. First, I need to tell you about what led up to my final
straw. You see, one day Mark was out rounding up a stray calf. He had been
looking for that thing all morning and finally found it on the MacDonald
land stuck in a bush. So, Mark got off his horse to help his little friend.
While doing this, Carey rode up. Mark was excited because this was an
opportunity he had been waiting for – to finally meet this neighbor boy.
Smiling, Mark walked up to him and they struck up a conversation. His father
was out cutting wood and had sent Carey away because he was bothering him.
Because he didn’t seem like the independent type, Mark was surprised that he
was allowed to ride off by himself. Mark took this as an opportunity to
talk. He sat down in the grass and invited Carey to do the same, which he
The boys got to talking and just doing boy stuff. They took turns throwing a
knife at a tree while Carey talked about his mother. After his mother had
gotten sick, his pa had had to give up the ranch. “Pa said the doctors took
all our money. Anyhow, that’s why we moved west,” Carey explained. Mark
wanted to know where his ma was now. “We buried her. We were in a place
called Wagon Mound. Gosh, everyone was sick there. Some sort of plague or
something. Anyhow, ma got sicker and then she died.” Mark could tell that
this news still upset Carey very much.
That story reminded Mark of Margaret’s death. “That sort of makes us even, I
guess," said Mark. "I mean
both of us living with our Pas the way we do."
I think that was the first indication of how hard things were for Carey
having a father who was angry all the time – who yelled at him and was
hateful to others. “Yep. Except it’s different with you,” Carey stated
sadly. “Your pa, I mean. He’s not like mine. Mine’s…well, you know…it’s on
the count of ma, I guess. Says it’s people’s fault. People taking our ranch
away, people getting’ sick, people always bothering him. Pa don’t like
people. Especially doctors.”
Some of Mark’s happy nature had left him. This news bothered him very much.
He had always had a loving father, and now he was faced with the reality
that not all children are lucky enough to have a father emotionally survive
the death of his wife. I think Mark was realizing just how lucky he was. He
didn’t feel like playing with the knife anymore. He thought for a second,
then started to suggest they go swimming.
But then MacDonald came up. As usual, he was in his unfriendly mood! The
boys jumped up and Carey knew his father would be upset. And he was. “What
are you doing there with him?” MacDonald asked his son in his usual hateful
“We’re just talking, pa. That’s all,” Carey stated innocently.
“That’s all, huh? Go on home!” Then MacDonald rode up to my son. “What are
you doing on my property? Get off.” Not only did he like to yell at grown
men and his own child, but he was also taking his anger out on my son!
Mark was more than willing to get off his property. He didn’t care for this
man too much. But he wasn’t about to leave that calf. “You leave it where it
is!” MacDonald demanded.
“But it belongs to me,” Mark stated bravely. “I mean it’s pa’s and mine!”
“I don’t see no brand on it,” MacDonald stated as he looked at the calf.
Mark explained that I was going to brand it in a week, but MacDonald didn’t
want to hear anymore. He again demanded that Mark get off his property. Mark
turned to get his calf, but thought better of it. He decided he’d rather I
deal with this matter, so he jumped on his horse and raced to the ranch to
Now, what Carey told Mark played a big part in my dilemma as a parent, but I
wasn’t aware of this problem yet. After Mark told me what happened, I was
saddling my horse so we could ride over together and get the calf. Mark was
concerned about what I would do, and I assured him MacDonald was no cattle
rustler, but it was still a serious offense to take another man’s calf. I
was getting upset with this man, especially his talking to my son the way he
Suddenly, Mark said, “Pa, me and Carey had a talk. I think there’s something
you need to know about MacDonald.”
I didn’t have time to listen, nor did I think at the time the conversation
was any of my business. “Look, there’s only one thing I know. He’s got our
calf and I’m going to get him back,” I stated sternly as I looked into
Mark knew I was telling him it was none of my business. If I hadn’t been so
upset, perhaps I would have seen that he really was upset by the news and
thought I needed to know. As it is, I quickly told me he could tell me on
the way over if he really felt he needed to. But he didn’t tell me.
When we were almost there, I stopped to reflect and consider how I was going
to handle this situation. Mark knew I was upset and could loose my temper,
so he tenderly said, “Remember when you told me once, pa, that after
well…after ma passed on, you kind of felt like the whole world was against
you and it took a heap of doing to bring you around?”
That simmered me down. I didn’t know anything about the conversation Mark
had had with Carey, but I was beginning to realize that must have been part
of their trouble. Since I had been through that situation, I remembered how
angry I was after my wife’s death. So I smiled at my son, thankful for the
reminder. “Yeah I remember, son. The good book says you can’t stop doing
either, does it? And I reckon I haven’t even started!” With that thought in
mind, we headed down to talk to MacDonald, my temper no longer flaring. My
boy always manages to soften me up!
MacDonald wasn’t happy to see me. He had a rope around my calf and wanted
to know what I wanted. So in the friendliest voice I could muster, I stated,
“Well, I came for my calf, Mr. MacDonald.” MacDonald was quick to point out
to me that my calf was on his property and it had no brand.
I gently explained I was going to get to it in a few days. I quickly changed
the subject before he could argue. It was time for me to do the “doing” like
my son had suggested. “I understand you bought some cattle from Oat Jackford.
Well, we’re gonna be neighbors for a long time. To get you started on the
right foot with the proper blood line, I’d be very happy to lend you my best
breeding bull for awhile.”
This caught MacDonald off guard. I don’t think he was expecting me to return
his hatred with a favor. “You mean you’d be willing to-“ he started. But
then he remembered he was supposed to be hateful instead. “Oh now, you don’t
fool me with that trick!” he stated.
“It’s no trick, MacDonald. I’m only offering to-“ I started. Some of the
anger had returned to my voice.
couldn’t help it, but this man had a lot of anger in his heart and it made
me mad that he was taking it out on us!
“I know what you’re offering, and I ain’t taking!” He stated. “There’s your
calf! It appears I ain’t getting through to you, McCain, about staying away
from this place. So come next week, I’m building a fence around this place.
And I’m building it with barbed wire!”
That made me very angry! I had tried my hardest to be nice to this man.
"Barbed wire?” I repeated. I pointed my finger at him. “That does it! Now
I'm telling you, if you string devil wire on this range, you'll really know
what trouble is," Then Mark and I rode off. I was indeed angry and would no
longer going to try to be friendly with this man!
One week later, Mark and I rode to the edge of our property to see if
MacDonald had really meant what he said. We saw him building the fence with
barbed wire. Actually, he had hired men to do it for me. And as usual, he
was being hateful, telling them they weren’t building it fast enough. As
soon as we rode up, MacDonald asked me what we wanted this time. “Well, I
just came up to see if you meant it,” I explained. Then I looked at the
fence and said, ‘And I guess you did.”
“That’s right, I did. Now, if that’s all you had in mind-“
But I interrupted the angry man before he got started. “If you’re fixing to
tell us to leave, MacDonald, you’ll notice we’re on our own property. That
fence of yours makes a pretty good dividing line.”
But MacDonald wanted to make sure I understood the real purpose for the
fence. “It serves notice to one and all that I’m a man that don’t want to be
bothered!” I had already gotten that point!
But I didn’t want barbed wire. My animals could get hurt. I started to
explain about the damaged barbed wire could cause when Mark and Carey
started waving at each other. I had no problem with it, but it infuriated
MacDonald! He suddenly started yelling at his son to move to the other side
of the wagon.
Well, Carey started back his horse up. I saw what was about to happen and
tried to yell out a warning for Carey to watch the barbed wire. But I was
too late. All I could do was watch in horror as Carey’s horse tripped over
the spool of wire. The horse reared back and Carey flew off the horse,
straight onto the barbed wire fence! I jumped off my horse and stared in
horror as MacDonald and the men carefully loaded Carey into the buckboard.
Mark was horrified and saddened that this happened. I’m not sure if I was
trying to reassure him or myself, but I said, “Well, Carey’s hurt pretty
bad, but with some good doctoring, I think he’ll be all right.”
Now, here comes the part where my dilemma as a parent starts to unfold.
Because no sooner were the words out of my mouth when Mark told me a very
disturbing truth. "That's just it," he said, concerned. "I started to tell
you about Mr. MacDonald. I don't think he'll take Carey to a doctor. Mr.
MacDonald's wife died some years ago, and he blamed it on the doctors. He
won’t have nothing to do with doctors now!"
This news disturbed me very much! “That boy’s hurt his head. And those
barbed wire cuts…it’s courtin’ blood poison! Well, I’ll go get Doc Burge
myself! Carey’s gonna have the proper treatment rather MacDonald likes it or
not!” I stated without hesitation. I couldn’t worry about hurting this man’s
feelings right now. All I could think about is what if it was Mark lying
there? I’d move heaven and earth to get him a doctor. This child was an
innocent victim of this man’s anger, and I wasn’t going to stand by and
watch him die!
Well, this was easier said then done! Doc Burge came out to my ranch later
that night to report he could not get inside MacDonald’s house to help
Carey. This frustrated me! I asked him to try one more time, but he refused.
“Maybe in a day or so. Of course, by that time, the boy will probably be
dead if he’s hurt as bad as you said.” I wasn’t happy about that and the doc
could tell. He wanted me to understand his position. “Let me tell you
something, Lucas. There’s nothing in the doctor’s code says I have to go up
against a shotgun in the hands of a wild man! He took a shot at us tonight,
and that’s enough for me. Thank goodness he missed.” I was only half
listening. I felt so sorry for that boy. I was actually saddened by the
events that had unfolded. I had to do something!
“You think I’m a coward, don’t ya'?” Doc Burge finally stated. I looked up
at him at that. I never meant to give that impression! “Well, maybe I am.
I’m the only medical man around here for 200 miles. I’ve got a lot of people
to take care of. Now, where would they be if I went out and got myself
I knew he was right. He had done the best he could. I slapped my hands
together in pure frustration! That boy could not die! That’s all I knew. I
had to do something! As I thought about this, the doctor got ready to leave.
“I can tell this doesn’t sit well with you. You be careful,” he warned.
He was right. And I knew what I had to do. This is the part of the story
I’ve been leading up to. I had to do something. I was putting a plan
together in my head when Mark came up and said, “You can’t just let him
He echoed my thoughts. He was right. I can’t let him die. I would die
fighting for that boy if I had to! “He’s not gonna die, son,” I declared
quietly. “Go get some blankets.” We got the wagon ready and silently drove
to the MacDonald house. There were lights burning in the window, so I knew
he was in there caring for Carey. I snuck up to the house and peaked into
the window. I saw him. He had wrapped some bandages around Carey’s wounds
and was nursing him with wet compresses. Carey was unconscious, and that was
enough to worry me!
When I was on the porch near the front door, I silently motioned for Mark to
drive the wagon up. He did, and MacDonald heard the approaching wagon. He
immediately grabbed his shotgun and rushed out the door to see who was
bothering him this time. I was standing on the other side of the door, just
waiting for this opportunity. Suddenly, I reached around him and grabbed his
shot gun. I emptied the bullets out of the gun. “I’m taking that boy into
see Dr. Burge!” I declared.
This angered MacDonald and he came charging at me. The last thing I wanted
was violence! I tried to tell him to wait, but he immediately started
punching me. I had to fight back – that was the only way I could get Carey
to the help he so desperately needed! At first, I simply tried to block his
punches, hoping his anger would burn off, but he began punching me harder. I
reared back and punched him hard twice. The second one knocked him out.
I just stared at him for a moment while I caught my breath. I couldn’t
believe it had come to this! I had to knock this man out to save his son!
Thinking about it broke my heart. Quickly, I turned to Mark and told him to
get the blankets ready. Then I walked into the house and gently picked
Carrey up. With him safely in my arms, I carefully laid him in the back of
the wagon. I told Mark to ride back there with him. Then I drove to Dr.
I was hoping the worst part was over. I had punched out the father to get
the son help. How much worse could it get? But as you’ll find out in a
moment, It does get worse.
I did manage to get safely get Carey into Dr. Burge’s office. Dr. Burge had
gotten him properly bandaged and stated, “The way this boy was bandaged, it
wouldn’t have taken any time at all for infection to set in. I just don’t
understand how some people can…” he couldn’t even finish the thought. We
were all frustrated over
Mark wanted to know he was going to be okay. He practically begged for
reassurance, but Dr. Burge couldn’t give that to him. I asked the doc to let
Carey stay there. I knew there was no other choice.
Suddenly, I heard MacDonald outside. He was yelling for me and stated he
wanted his son. I knew there would be more trouble. I grabbed my rifle to go
out the door. Dr. Burge stopped me, very worried about what would happen
next. “Lucas, don’t be a fool!” he insisted.
But I had to put this boy’s life first. “That boy’s not moving until you say
so, doc!” I stated. Then I went outside to face MacDonald and try to talk
some sense into him.
MacDonald pointed the shotgun at me the moment I walked out the door and
ordered me out of the way. “Listen MacDonald, you wanta pull that trigger,
go ahead.” I cocked my rifle. “Maybe I’ll get a shot off too. Then one of us
or both of us will be dead. What’ll that prove? One of us or both of us will
leave those boys behind. What’s gonna happen to them? Will you take care of
my boy? Will I take care of yours? You tell me, what’s it going to prove?”
MacDonald just stared at me. “I want my boy!”
I never intended to take his boy from him. “You’ll get him, but not till Dr.
Burge says so!”
“Because of doctors, I lost my wife, my home…everything!” MacDonald shouted.
“I’m not gonna loose my boy!”
It was time for this man to face reality! “I lost my wife once and
everything I had. Right now my boy’s my whole life. Just like yours is to
you. You want to destroy him?”
“You don’t understand! You don’t know!”
But I did understand! Why couldn’t he see that? “Oh, don’t tell me I don’t
know!” I shot back angrily. “I’ve been through the same thing myself, I tell
ya'! You’re not alone! You can’t blame the doctors! It happens to people
every day. It’s life. It’s a part of living, MacDonald. It would be a pretty
sorry world if everybody turned their back on it the way you’re doing.”
I tried to turn his attention to the boy – to make him see who was being
hurt through his selfish anger. “What about your boy? Don’t you think he’s
got any feelings?” I stepped off the porch and came towards him. I shook my
hand at him. “Do you think he wants to live the kind of life you’re setting
up for him? Give him a chance, MacDonald! Be a father to him!”
My moving away gave MacDonald clear view of what was going on inside the
doctor’s office. The sight he saw humbled him more then my words did. My boy
was kneeling down next to the bed, his hands were folded, and he was praying
desperately for his dear friend. The scene moved me. A father loves to see
such tenderness expressed by his child.
But most importantly, the scene moved Abel so much. He had to voice what he
saw. After the way he had treated us, we loved his son. “He-he’s praying!”
MacDonald gasped. Abel handed me his shotgun and walked up onto the porch.
Dr. Burge had been on his way outside. Abel wasn’t quite ready to let go of
his anger yet. So he stated once more, “Carey’s gonna be all right, doc!
I’ll take care of him. I’ll make him well!”
That’s when Doc Burge put the truth to him. “Let me tell you something,
MacDonald. Those cuts and scratches Carey had weren’t so bad. But they
would’ve been with the dirty bandages you had on him. The important thing is
that your boy’s got a busted head – a fractured skull-“ Abel gasped. He had
no idea it was so bad.
“You didn’t know that did ya'? If it hadn’t been for Lucas…if you had kept
that boy out there at your place, the only prayers he’d get were when you
put him in the ground. A man like you…you’ve got a lot to be thankful for.
It’s about time you realized it.”
I watched what was left of his fight leave him then. Carey was waking up,
and he was happy to see Mark. Mark smiled in great relief, knowing his
friend would be okay.
Abel, Carey’s father, slowly walked in to see his son. Carey assured his
father he would be okay. Abel was at a loss for words. All he could do is
look at the love surrounding him, then smile down at his son. “For now on,
both of us are going to be all right!” These words made Carey happy.
We all knew they would make it. Doc voiced what we were all feeling. “Amen,”
Carey did recover. The day came for him to start school. Mark was so excited
that morning that he could hardly wait to get to school. He had his horse
saddled and was sitting on it, just waiting for his friend to show up. When
he did, they raced off together toward the school. I had to shake my head.
Never in my life did I ever think my boy would be so excited about school! I
told MacDonald as much.
Now that his anger was gone, he was turning out to be a true friend, and one
I could call a good neighbor. Suddenly, Abel had an announcement. "Lucas, I
got a job to do, I'm gonna need some help. I wanna knock down my fence!”
I stopped him right there! "Oh no you don't!”
Abel was surprised after
the big fit I threw earlier about the fence. In fact, he proceeded to remind
me of my words. "Why not, you said-"
But before MacDonald could finish, I made my confession. "I know what I
said. But I found out that the fence isn't so bad. The first time I don’t
want my cows out, I don’t have to go chasing all over for them. I'll tell
you what I'll do, I'll help you build a gate in it from your property to
mine, a big gate.” I wanted to show him that he was truly my friend. I
wanted us to have a mutual trust, and I knew building a big gate would take
care of some of the blockage the fence had managed to put between us.
Abel was very happy about this. "Lucas, you got a deal,” Abel proclaimed.
I was anxious to get started. "Let's go in the barn and see if I got the
But again, Abel stopped me. It was his turn to extend his friendship to me.
"First, how about inviting a neighbor in for a cup of coffee?" He smiled a
big, genuine smile.
I smiled back. "Sure come on."
And that is what a father’s love is all about!
piddlin' stuff.....George Matthews
played Abel MacDonald as Lucas' neighbor and Carey's father.
Kim Charney played
Carey MacDonald as Abel's son and the boy who got caught up in the bard
Edgar Buchanan appeared in six episodes. Five episodes as Doc Burrage
― The Pet ―
The Second Witness ―
The Trade ―
The Deadly Wait ―
The Angry Man and as Grandpa Fogarty in The
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.
appeared in twenty episodes and still counting. Besides acting in
The Rifleman he was also a stunt
double for Chuck Connors.
Bob Woodward appeared
in seven episodes ― The Young Englishman as
a cowhand, the one with the rope ― The Safe Guard as the cowboy
driving the wagon that is carrying the safe to North Fork ― The Sister as a stagecoach driver ―
The Indian as a cowboy in the saloon ― Shivaree as one of
participating in the Shivaree ― The Dead-eye Kid as the stagecoach
driver ― The Angry Man as one of the cowboys who helped load Carey
into the wagon.
*The sign reads "Stay off this property or get shot!"
Abel McDonald. But in the credits their last name is spelled MacDonald. I
chose to use the spelling on the credits.
You've heard Lucas' story, now hear Mark's
Character Actors Index
Have you ever been watching TV or a movie and wondered who is that guy?
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