The Rifleman
"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"

The Coward
Episode 53

Courage means different things to different people. To some, it may mean going out on a street and facing four gunfighters, all with guns aimed at you. To some, courage is being able to fight when theThe Rifleman - The Coward - Episode 53 need arises, but to some, courage is just surviving in life from day to day. I think that by the end of this story, everyone will be able to learn what being a coward, and having courage is all about.

The story starts just outside North Fork where a man by the name of George Collins was cooking. That was his job – to stay at the camp and cook the meals while the cowboys were out working with the cattle. Now these boys were rough and tough and expected a hearty meal all ready for them when they got into camp. But George had a problem. His passion was writing. And sometimes, writing and cooking don’t exactly go together.

And today was no different. A man by the name of Buddy Link was the first to arrive at the Chuck Wagon and immediately asked if supper was ready. He then saw George’s journal he was always writing in. He picked it up and immediately started thumbing through it, asking “Georgey Boy” why he was always writing in it. George told him he just kept records of places he’s seen and people. “Hm,” Buddy said. “Is there anything in here about me?”

It’s obvious from his appearance that Buddy didn’t care for George much. He continued flipping through the book demanding to know what George wrote about him. Then Dub came up, stating he was hungry. George told Buddy he could read some of his journal to him after supper. That made Billy mad. “Are you saying I can’t read?” He demanded to know.

“Well, no,” George answered innocently. “It’s just that you got it upside down!” Dub started laughing, which irked Buddy even more. He immediately started taking his anger out on George. He reared back and punched George so hard that he was knocked to the ground.

They grinned at him lying on the ground. “You better watch out, Buddy! He’s about as mean as a hungry string bean,” Dub stated. George knew they wanted an excuse to fight him, but he didn’t want to fight.

George’s not wanting to fight irked Buddy and he picked him up by the shirt and pushed him around, demanding him to fight. But suddenly the trail boss was there demanding Buddy to leave him alone. “Ben, you just keep him away from me!” Buddy demanded.

George started dipping the food onto the plates. Ben, the trail boss, tasted it and suddenly spit it out. “That does it!” He declared angrily, rushing up to George.
“Salt,” Dub complained. “What are you trying to do? Poison us?”

Buddy tried to explain that he just had a little accident with the salt, but Ben didn’t want to hear it. “You’ve ruined your last meal around here, boy. Always reading in that book when you should be looking after the cooking.” He told him that the couple dollars he owed him would cover the food he spoiled. Then he gave him his things and pointed him toward North Fork. George was suddenly on his own, and feeling really low about it.

When George arrived in town, Mark and I were loading our wagon. George heard hammering and saw the printer of the North Fork Weekly outside hanging up a notice. He was hungry and didn’t have a penny to his name, so he went to ask for a job. "Hello. I was wondering if you'd like to hire somebody. I, ah, been doing a little writin'-" He started. But the printer interrupted him, telling him he didn’t need anyone.

But George was desperate. He begged for a job, even if it was just straightening and typing. “Got all the help I need,” the printer stated as he continued working on his message board. But he wanted to just earn enough for a meal. He couldn’t get even that much.

Mark and I overheard the conversation. I watched his shoulders sag in sudden sadness as he slowly walked to the stairs and sit down. I’m sure he was feeling pretty hungry and was worried about how he was going to fulfill that life-sustaining need. I watched him, and knew there was only one thing to do. I looked at Mark. He knew what we needed to do too. I grabbed my rifle, mostly out of habit I guess, and walked over toward him.

But he was in such deep thought that he didn’t hear me approaching. “Hello there, I’d like to talk to you for a second.”

He saw my rifle first. Then he raised his head. I guess my size startled him. He grabbed his things and started to run off. But I quickly stopped him to let him know there was nothing to be afraid of. "Hey wait a minute! My boy and I would like to strike up a bargain with you. There he is.” I pointed toward Mark who was sitting in the wagon watching us.  “If you'd help us finish loading the wagon it would be worth me buying you a meal, and I’d count it a favor.” I wanted him to keep his dignity, so I added, “That is if you haven't eaten already."

I could tell this was hard for him. “Fact is I haven’t. But you got it the wrong way around. It’s you that would be doing me a favor.” I could tell he was too prideful to outright accept, but too hungry to decline.

“Well, count it both ways then.” The Rifleman - The Coward - Episode 53Suddenly I looked toward Mark to make my next statement a bit more convincing. I knew he was hungry. "Maybe we better eat first, that boy of mine's hungry!" I didn’t give him a chance to decline. I called to Mark, who didn’t argue about eating now. It would put off his work for awhile, and he was always ready for the hotel’s food!

As soon as we entered the hotel, Buddy and Dub from the trail came in to buy supplies at the General Store. But Buddy stopped across the street at the saloon. Dub started to argue, reminding him that Ben didn’t like getting drunk. “You remember the last time we was here!” Dub laughed.

“Dub, don’t tell me what to do, huh?” Buddy snapped as he slapped his gloves against his hand and walked into the saloon.

As we ate, George told me about what happened on the trail. He then told me there was much to offer him out in the West, “George,” I suddenly said, trying to lift his spirits. “My judgment tells me you’re selling yourself short!”

He didn’t want to go against my judgment, but I didn’t understand. “Out here I’m scared all the time: People, place, everything.”
Suddenly, my boy piped up, “Well, what’s there to be afraid of?”

“Mark!” I suddenly scolded him, shocked that he said that. He knew better! I wondered if he’d do better back East, but he said he messed that up to.
“You see, my father’s a doctor. He wanted me to be one too. Sent me to college…medical school…That blood and pain, I- So I left, headed west. Thought maybe I could toughen myself up.” I could tell he was really discouraged and giving up on himself.

“Maybe you aren’t cut out to be a doctor or a cook for a trail outfit. Isn’t there something else that you’d like to do?” He told me that he always wanted to be a writer. Suddenly, I heard the passion in his voice. “Newspaper or write books like Mark Twain,” he said excitedly. He pulled a journal from his pocket. “I’ve already done a little.” He opened the book and started thumbing through it. I asked him if I could see it, but he suddenly grew self-conscience saying he hadn’t written anything that good. Somehow, I had to give him confidence.

Mark asked him if there was anything else he could do. “Well, I worked for a magic lantern show on the way getting out here,” George suddenly stated. That excited my boy of course! He suddenly wanted to know more, like what he did. “Well, a lot of the little towns, farming towns, like what I went through…They didn’t have a piano, so I…uh…kinda made music for their show.” He pulled out a harmonica from his pocket.

That excited Mark even more! “You can play that mouth organ? Play something!” He suddenly started begging George, but George was again really self-conscience. Normally, I would reprimand my boy and tell him to mind his manners. But this was different. We were talking to a man that had lost all confidence in himself, and we needed to beg him to restore some of that confidence. Mark asked me if I’d like to hear him play.

I chose my words carefully. I didn’t want to discourage either of them. “Oh, I’d like it,” I stated. But I sternly added, “But it’s up to George.” That gave him the confidence he needed.

He suddenly started playing a toe-tapping tune. (♫ Red River Valley)  Everyone in the restaurant turned to listen to him. People came in from the lobby to listen. George played for a few moments as Mark and I listened, enjoying the music. He was confident while he played. His eyes were closed. But then he started noticing the people standing behind us. I noticed to and knew his confidence would come to an end. He opened his eyes and suddenly saw the people behind us and froze. It was over. Mark asked him to play some more, but he couldn’t.

It was time for us to leave. George liked my boy and knew he had disappointed him. “Oh Mark,” he stopped him. “Sometime when there aren't any people around I'll play for you again, alright?"

I asked George what he was going to do now. He said the only thing he could do was wire his father for passage money back East. He said he’d manage until then. I watched him walk out. Something told me he didn’t want a handout. So I didn’t give him one. I knew he needed help, and in more ways then one. I wanted to try and give him that help.

 I treated him the way I’d want to be treated in his situation. “Things aren’t such right now where I need to take on a hand, but if you want, you’re welcome to room and board at our place for awhile.” I was right. He didn’t want a hand out, but he was willing to take me up on my offer if he could work for his keep. I couldn’t argue with him there! I told him he could start by helping Mark finish loading the wagon while I finished up my chores in town.

While he and Mark worked on the wagon, Buddy and Dub watched from the doors of the saloon. “Oh Georgie Boy!” Dub said.

“I think he oughta have a drink with us, don’t you, Dub?” Buddy stated as they watched him and Mark work.

“You mean, we’re gonna give him something to write about? Huh Buddy?” They started laughing about it.

They just finished loading the wagon when George felt a slap on his back. He turned to see Dub. “Well, of all the luck! Running into my ol’ pal, Georgie Boy!” He wanted George to have a drink with him, but George didn’t want to. He was waiting for me to come back. Bud Dub didn’t let him say no. “I got a real surprise for ya!” Dub said as he grabbed George by the arm and led him toward the saloon.

Mark watched. “Hurry back, George,” he called after him. Mark had an uneasy feeling about this man.
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They walked into the saloon. George felt very uncomfortable as Dub led him to the bar where Buddy was sitting. They called for drinks on the house. Then Dub dragged George down the bar. He was mocking him. "A toast! A toast to the toughest, roughest, fightest, meanest, cussiest man, critter that ever roped a bronc. GEORGIE BOY COLLINS."   Everyone laughed. Dub led him back down to where Buddy was quietly sitting. “Of course, he don’t look like much. But underneath he is all eyes!”

George didn’t want to be there. He was scared of them, and for good reason. He said he needed to get back to the wagon. But as he started to leave, Buddy tripped him and he fell to the floor. His book fell out and landed on the floor. George grabbed it as Dub helped him to his feet. “Georgie Boy, I think you hurt Buddy’s feelings!”

Mark peaked inside the doors when he heard all the commotion. He could tell George was in trouble so he ran to find me.

That made Sweeny mad and he demanded them to leave him alone. Buddy swung around to stare at him. “You asking for a piece of this?” He asked, acting tough. “Then you better keep your nose behind that bar, you hear?”

George was sitting at a table, trying to stuff his book back into his pocket. But Buddy came over and demanded him to give him the book. “Georgie Boy, last night you were going to read it to me.” George reached out for it, but Buddy suddenly threw it to Dub and told him to read it.

Dub sat down, happy to oblige as Buddy towered over George, who was also sitting down. Dub looked through the book until he found the passage about Buddy. He read it. “Mr. Smith’s assistant foreman, one Buddy Link I would liken to a fighting little game cock as are some men who are wanting in stature-“

Suddenly Buddy interrupted him, wanting to know what that was. “Stature. You know…how tall you are, how short you are.” Dub started laughing. “I think he’s calling you a runt!” Buddy gave George a dirty look and George tried to deny it, but Buddy told him to shut up. George didn’t want him to. He knew the next part would make him mad.
Dub continued reading. “Link feels the necessity of making his height seem greater then it is through acts of cruelty-“ Dub stopped, not recognizing the words that came next. He asked George what it was then continued reading.

“-malice and such behavior as would be fittin' a spoiled child.” Dub laughed at Buddy. Buddy was getting very angry. Dub suddenly stood up as he kicked his chair back and continued reading. “Buddy Link struts and,"

Suddenly, Buddy couldn’t listen to anymore. “Shut up!” he screamed at Dub. He grabbed the book from Dub and pushed him roughly out of the way. His temper was flaring now. He ripped the pages from the book, then threw it down. Then he reared back and took a hard punch at George. He was mad that George had called him a runt. He punched him again as he yelled. I heard the commotion all the way out on the street.

I saw him punch George several times. I suddenly barged in the door. I thought it was time Buddy learned what happened when he messed with my friends! I grabbed Buddy under the arm and roughly dragged him up to the bar. I was none too nice in the way I did it either as I slammed him up against the bar. I had a really mean look on my face, showing him that I meant business.

I knew he was angry, so I immediately grabbed the gun from his holster and held it up in the air near him. Then I angrily handed to Sweeny.

Everything was suddenly quiet in there. I tended to have that effect on people when someone made me angry. I turned and looked at Dub, letting him know I could give him the same treatment if I needed to.

Then I walked over to where George was sitting on the floor. He had really taken a beating, and he was sitting there like a wounded child. I reached out to help them out, but changed my mind. He wasn’t a child. He was a grown man and needed to act like such. “Get up, George,” I said in that voice that meant it wasn’t a request – it was an order. I bent over and began picking up the pieces of his journal that had been thrown all over the floor.

While I was busy handing George the papers from off the floor, Buddy saw a bottle sitting on the bar and picked it up. He slowly moved toward me, intending to break it over my head. George saw it and fear gripped him, but he stayed silent. But I suddenly heard someone yell my name. I immediately lifted my rifle up and pointed it at him. I looked at the bottle. Then I looked at George. I knew he had seen it, and I knew he had been too afraid to say anything. It was time I taught this cowboy a lesson. Apparently he didn’t hear me the first time!

I didn’t want George to become more afraid, so I sent him out to the wagon before I got real rough. “Put it back,” I demanded Buddy. I stuck the barrel of my rifle in his stomach. “Put it back!” I ordered. Then I pushed him all the way to the bar with the barrel of my rifle thrust into his stomach. I grabbed him by his collar, letting him know I meant business. “Put it down!” I ordered.

“Dub!” Buddy suddenly called out as he put the bottle down.

I turned to him and just looked at him. “You gonna give me an excuse, Dub?” I asked in that authoritative voice of mine. He was scared of me. I grabbed him and dragged him over by Buddy. I towered over them and looked straight into their eyes. “Now, I want you to hear me and hear me good,” I warned them. “You leave him alone, you understand?”

Dub agreed. “Right Buddy?” he asked.

Buddy didn’t say anything. “Right Buddy?” I yelled.

Buddy nodded slightly theThe Rifleman - The Coward - Episode 53n turned away from me. As I walked out of the saloon, Buddy started for me but Dub stopped him. Buddy said, "Big man. I'm not forgetting you, Big man."

I walked up to the wagon. Mark and George were sitting quietly in the back as they waited for me. Suddenly, George jumped up. “Mr. McCain, I don’t think you’ll want me at your place now.” I turned and looked at him. “I saw Buddy pick up that bottle and I was too scared to say anything,” he confessed. I could tell that was really painful for him to say.

I wanted him to try to understand that he wasn’t a coward. “George, we’re all afraid sometimes,” I stated.

“Well, I was a coward!”

“I don’t look at it that way,” I stated, looking him straight into the eye. He couldn’t believe that! I reckon he had run into too many friendly people out here in the West who knew there was more then one type of person. Mark told George to hop on and we started for home.

We got George all settled in the barn. He thanked us. “Oh, Pa and me, we like you, George!” Mark stated for both of us. I smiled at him. George said we were the first friends he had made in a long time. We said goodnight and left the barn. I told Mark to close the door on his way out.

He seemed happier as we left. Maybe my words were finally getting through to him. George laid down on his cot and took out his harmonica. He began playing a happy tune. (♫Home on the Range)  But his eased state of mind suddenly left when he heard, “I said get up!”

They were there again – Buddy and Dub. George was scared. Buddy took George’s mouth organ from him and smashed it with a hammer over and over. When he was done hammering it, he ordered George to call me out to the barn. He turned to Dub as he got his gun ready. “Watch the door. I’m going to cut McCain down to size!”

But little did Buddy know that I had seen them ride in, and I was ready for them, gun in hand. I waited for the right moment. Buddy was ordering George to call me out to the barn, but he couldn’t do it. Suddenly, Buddy slapped him. I rushed in. Pointing my rifle at them I said, “I’m here!”

I ordered Buddy to drop the gun. He finally did and I told George to pick it up. Suddenly, Buddy went for the gun on the barrel. I slammed my rifle down on his hand and held it there tight, anger over every inch of my face. Buddy tried to take the gun, but I pushed my rifle down tighter. He was being stubborn. I suddenly hit him with the rifle, knocking him out. He fell backwards, landing in Dub’s arms. "Alright, now drag him back where he belongs," I ordered.

I watched them leave, grabbing the gun out of a frightened George’s hand.

The next day I was working on the wagon and George was helping me. As George was getting me something, he saw Buddy and Dub rode up. But this time they weren’t alone. “Mr. McCain, it’s Mr. Link and the Whiplash outfit!” he informed me.

I stood from under the wagon and studied them. I still held a hammer in my hand. Link held the rifle up as sat on his horse. “Mr. McCain, we came to pay you a visit!”

Mark ran out of the house and over to me. I pushed him back behind me protectively. Then I turned and stared at these boys. I knew I was in trouble. His boys were all around me. He told me to step out and put down my hammer. Then he got off his horse and held a shotgun on me. “Alright, take him boys!” Link ordered.
I turned and punched one man. Mark suddenly raced forward to fight for me. I yelled his name, not wanting him to get hurt, but someone tackled me as Dub grabbed him. There were four men hitting and kicking me over and over as I struggled to get away. They had me pinned down on the ground. I was getting a really good beating!

Mark continued to struggle in Dub’s arms. He didn’t like them beating up on me.

Buddy finally held up his hand. “Alright, that’s enough!” He stated. “Drag him over here and let me finish it.”

I could hardly stand as the dragged me over to where he was. Dub carried Mark over to the wagon where George was. Both George and Mark begged Dub to stop him. They were afraid Buddy was going to kill me.

Buddy whipped my hat off and threw it down.  Then he pointed to his eye where I had hit him with my rifle the night before. He punched me hard, paying me back.
“Big man,” he joked at me. “This one’s for the bar room.” He punched me hard in the stomach.
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“I’m gonna chop you down to size!” he said as he punched me in the face again. My face hurt badly now.

Mark watched with frustration. He wanted to do something to help me. After that last punch, he suddenly rushed up to me, grabbing Buddy. But Buddy pushed Mark away. Mark fell down into the dirt hard.

George couldn’t stand it! Buddy continued punching me over and over! I groaned at the pain. George turned then and saw a hammer laying in the back of the wagon. He picked it up and suddenly hit Dub in the back of the head. Dub fell to the ground, out cold! George grabbed the shotgun he had been holding.

“Alright, stop it!” George suddenly yelled. “Stop it right now!” He was holding the shotgun toward us, trying to get their attention. But Buddy was too busy punching me. George shot the gun into the air. That got their attention.

Buddy suddenly threw me down on the ground. I lay there, hurting too much to move. Mark ran over to me and put his arms on me, checking to see how bad I really was. “I mean it, Mr. Link!”

Buddy and the boys came towards George. Buddy nodded at the boys to back off. He held his gloves in his hand. “Professor, put down that gun or I’ll kill ya!” he demanded, thinking he could scare George.

But George had had enough of his bullying. “You’ve pushed me about as far as you’re going to, Mr. .Link. You go for that gun and I’ll shoot!” He held the shotgun steadily on him.

I sent Mark for my rifle.

“You only got that one shot. Then they’ll get ya!” Buddy stated, still using his courageous voice.

“You want that one shot?” George answered back, never wavering from his duty.

Suddenly, Buddy was no longer smiling. He was posed, his hand near his gun as he thought on this. Dub came to and hobbled over to Buddy. “You aren’t afraid of him, are ya?” He asked Buddy.

Buddy was afraid and everyone could see it. But he tried to hold on to that false sense of courage he had carried around with him. His hand moved as he contemplated drawing on him. His lips were shaking and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. “Go on, Buddy!” Dub yelled.

Everyone stared at him, waiting to see what he would do. I had my rifle trained, prepared to shoot him if he drew. But as everyone watched, we all saw the look of cowardness sweep over his face. He hand began to lower as he had already made up his mind to back away. I lowered my gun knowing that George had won his battle.

Defeated and alone, Buddy just stood there as all his disappointed men got on their horses and rode away, leaving him there with the realization of what had just happened.

Mark wanted me to do something. “Pa, are you going to just let him get away with it?” He asked.

But in that moment, I saw a true coward. “He didn’t get away with anything, son,” I stated.

We watched in silence a shamed Buddy climbed on his horse and rode away – rejected and alone.

Mark was proud of George. "You sure did made him back down," Mark stated. I was pretty proud of him myself! He proved that he wasn’t a coward.
But George didn’t see it that way. "I couldn't pull the trigger!” he threw me the shotgun in frustration. I know I couldn't do it. I'm still a coward." He looked disappointed in himself. “I’ll get my things.”

I couldn’t believe he was still beating himself up! “Mark, go get his book.” I watched George walk toward the barn. It was time he learned what being brave was all about.

George was angrily packing his things. I took his book from Mark. “Mended your book, George. I must admit that I did a little reading in it. You paint some mighty clear pictures with your words.”

He snatched the book from my hand. “Things I’d never have the courage to say to a man’s face!”

"If they are true, they needed to be said. It takes a lot of courage to write about what you see, without being afraid. The kind you showed against the Whiplash boys. They could have killed you!"

“I know that!” He snapped at me.

“Yet you stood up to them! YoThe Rifleman - The Coward - Episode 53u knew all the time you couldn’t pull that trigger. You were willing to die to stop a wrong from being done. That’s courage,” I stated.
Mark was really thinking on what I said. “Pa’s right! That is being brave! Kind of a different way.”

I could tell that George was finally being able to understand that he wasn’t a coward, and never had been. He picked up his stuff and got ready to leave. I stopped him. "The country around here could use your kind type of man. There must be some towns around here that need men to work on their newspapers."

"I'm gonna try it," said George. We shook hands on it. Mark and I smiled. We were happy for him. “Where do I start?” He suddenly asked.

I told him he could start by sticking around for a few days so we could talk about it. I watched his face. It sure was good to see the confidence on his face!
But suddenly, Mark had an announcement of his own. “Well, how about let’s eating! I’m hungry!”

That boy of mine is always hungry!

piddlin' stuff.....Carleton Carpenter played George Collins.  He was the one that Billy Lehigh kept picking on. 
Carpenter's letter to Cowgirl

Steve Rowland appeared in two episodes ― Home Ranch as Billy Lehigh, he was one of Jackford's bullies who helped burn down the McCain's home ― The Coward as Buddy Link, he's the one who beat on Georgie Boy Collins in the saloon and Lucas at his ranch.  In both episodes, his initials were B. L.

John Milford appeared in eleven episodes ― (Hmmmmm.....does this set any record or maybe there's a tie or maybe someone did more then John? Who could the other Cowboy be?) ― The Blowout as Ross Porter, one of the Porter brothers who was after Al Walker ― The Coward as Dub, he was the one who was reading from George's Journal and making fun ― The Horse Traders as Jonah Winters, he was the dude with the knife ― A Time for Singing as Bro Hadley, he dude who was a bit slow ― Meeting at Midnight as Morgan ― The Pitchman as Marsh Watson, he was the one who tied Mark up ― Baranca as Hadley, he was the one who killed Sanchez ― Dark Day at North Fork as Jack Solby, he tried to kill Lucas when he was blind ― The Clarence Bibs Story as Reade, he was one of the cowboys edging Clarence on to kill Tanner ― The Journey Back as Jess Grady, as one of the squatters, he was the one who held the rifle on Will Temple ― The Assailants as Lt. Price, the soldier in charge.

Robert Bice appeared in four episodes ― The Mind Reader as John Hallager, he was the man killed that Billy Mathis (Michael Landon) was accused of killing ― The Coward as Ben Smith, the Trail Boss of the cattle drive ― Seven as the warden of the New Mexico Territorial Prison - The '7' Prisoners Deadly Image as Len Richards, he was the one who accused Lucas of killing his brother. 

Donald Elson appeared in two episodes ― The Coward as the Printer of the North Fork Newspaper ― Outlaw's Shoes as the man at the livery stable, he told Lucas that his horse looked like one of the Weiden horses.

Les Raymaster has appeared in seven episodes Duel of Honor as a Barfly ― The Coward as a townsman Honest Abe as a townsman Nora as a townsman A Case of Identity  as a townsman The Lariat as a gambler ― Dead Cold Cash as a townsman.

Bill Quinn appeared in thirty-eight episodes as Sweeney the owner/bartender of The North Fork Saloon.  Sweeney was first introduced to The Rifleman in The Marshal.

Jimmie Booth was in five episodes ― Shivaree as a Barfly ― The Indian
as one of the townsmen The Challenge as as one of the townsmen ― The Three Legged Terror as one of the cowboys at the picnic ― The Coward as the cowboy sitting at a table in the restaurant of the hotel.

Sailor Vincent as one of the barfly's.

Michael Jeffers appeared in five episodesThe Blowout as the diner proprietor The Coward 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.

Archie Butler as Abe, one of Big Jim's men — 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.

Ethan Laidlaw appeared in The Rifleman quite a few times unaccredited ― The Indian as a townsfolk — The Mind Reader as a townsman in the audience — Legacy as the man at the funeral — The Coward as a Diner Patron — Heller as a townsfolk — The Grasshopper as a passenger on the train — Strange Town as a townsfolk at Droshek Town — The Silent Knife as a townsfolk — Short Rope for a Tall Man as one of Crown's Henchmen — Honest Abe as a townsman —  Two Ounces of Tin as a townsfolk ― The Day the Town Slept as a townsman.

George Bruggeman appeared five episodes of The RiflemanThe Coward as one of Ben Smith's cowhand
Seven as one of the seven prisoners ― The Promoter as a spectator at the shooting match ― Miss Bertie as a Barfly ― The Mescalero Curse as the Hangman.
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Dee Cooper as a Barfly.

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