"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
Face of Yesterday
It happened before I got there. A boy walked out of the saloon with his father right behind him. The boy said nothing but just looked down the street. The father, though – now, he said plenty. He was mouthing someone, telling his son to show “them.” He wanted the boy to fight for him. “If I was feeling up to it, I’d do it myself!” The father stated as the boy looked at the two cowboys standing in the street. “You show them boy. Come on!” The father just stood outside the door of the saloon – up on the boardwalk – as his young son walked out onto the street to face the two cowboys.
“They think they can run me down!” the father hollered as his son faced them, primed for a fight. The two cowboys had nothing against the boy – it was the father that had made them mad. But the father continued talking to them – trying to get his son to draw on them. One of the men angrily called the father a drunk.
“I wouldn’t go calling my Pa no names,” the boy warned calmly.
“He started this,” one of the cowboys warned as he lowered his hand toward his gun. “If you aim to finish this, then make your play!” The father warned his son not to draw first loudly and angrily.
“You yapping old pole cat!” The cowboy drew his gun.
Bang! Bang! But suddenly, two loud shots rang through the air quick as lightening. Both cowboys fell over – dead!
A woman – the boy, Simon’s mother – ran from the General Store. Micah ran from his office. Micah walked up to the bodies and frowned. The father wasted no time to explain. “It was self defense,” he argued. They drew first.
Micah studied him. “I didn’t figure it was anything else,” he stated bluntly.
Simon helped his mother onto the wagon, then turned around. “Pa?”
“Don’t call him Pa,” she ordered her son angrily.
But Simon ignored her order and turned back to his Pa. “You ready to go, Pa?” His Pa told him he had more ‘shopping’ to do. Simon climbed onto the wagon and drove off with his mother.
But Micah was still there, quietly studying this man. “You ever seen a man who could outdraw him?”
“No, Mr. Clay, but you’re sure trying,” Micah answered bluntly.
Clay turned and glared at Micah. He laughed at Micah, then returned to his drinking.
Mark and I rode into town soon after that. I saw bodies being hauled away in the back of a wagon. I sent Mark on into the store as I went to find out what had happened now.
"What's a matter, trouble?" I asked Micah.
"No law broken," he answered. "Self defense." He told me that the deceased were Bradshaw and Holmes. I was surprised. Whoever killed them must have been pretty fast to outdraw them!
“I’ve never seen anybody faster,” Micah answered shortly. Suddenly, we heard some loud mouth drunk over by the saloon. “There he is,” Micah stated as we turned to see what was going on.
I watched as Mr. Clay started stirring up trouble with Sweeny, trying to accuse Clay of not paying his Bill. Sweeny was trying to smooth things over with him.
"He starts the trouble, the boy finishes it," Micah stated as he turned away from the argument. But I kept watching. Sweeny finally agreed with Clay – he had paid. Clay told him to buy drinks for everyone and put it on his bill.
“He doesn’t just start it. He looks for it,” I stated as Clay stared at me from across the street. I was suddenly curious to know who he was.
Micah wasted no time to tell me. "Hank Clay, he took over the Bartlett spread a couple of weeks ago. He's got a wife and a boy. He hadn't done much with the place, he's been in town most of the time since then." He told me his step-son was 17, maybe 18. He sure was starting young! Suddenly, Micah warned me. “You stay away from him, Lucas!” That surprised me – why would I want to go near him? “The old man – don’t tangle with him.”
Gee, I didn’t even have to do anything for my friend to worry about me. “Tangle with him?” I repeated in a shocked voice. “Micah, I don’t even know him!” But Micah informed me that he knew me – at least my reputation with my rifle.
“What about it?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. Sometimes it seems like he doesn’t care what happens to the boy.” There was another one a week ago. The old man got Harvey wiled up. “Harvey got mad, roughed him up, and the boy called him on it.” I couldn’t believe this – it didn’t make any since. Both times, the old man stood watching, probing the boy the boy – as if he had a reason to see the boy killed. Micah thought he knew I was in for trouble. “Don’t you oblige him, Lucas,” he warned me.
“Don’t worry, Micah. I’ll stay out of his way.” I left for the General Store.
I had some serious ordering to do with Milly. I needed to get work shirts, work pants, needles, and thread. Milly suddenly turned and glared at me. “Work!” she declared. “Don’t you ever buy anything for play?” She walked to the back of the store as Mark stared into the candy jars.
“Such as?” I almost hated to ask.
“I just got some fancy shirts in from Santa Fe,” she hinted.
That didn’t sound sensible to me. “Now Milly, what would I do with a fancy shirt?”
Milly turned and smiled at me. “Well, three’s a cover dish supper at the church next Saturday. I just might be persuaded to go if you were dressed properly.” Boy, if that wasn’t a womanly hint!
But I decided to tease her a little. Sometimes a man likes to know that he’s needed. “And if I wasn’t?”
Milly put a hand on her hip. “Lucas McCain! You know darn well I could still be persuaded!” I lifted my head from the shirt I was intently studying. I shot her a big grin. Boy, it was nice to hear I was needed! “Now, do you want to see that shirt or don’t ya'?”
It was understood that we’d be going together. It was also understand that I would have a lot more fun if I was dressed “properly.” So, without any hesitation, I answered the only way any smart man would answer. “I guess I do, huh?”
That was the right answer! I was rewarded with a beautiful smile from the beautiful lady! She went to get the shirt.
Just then, guess who walked in the door. Clay walked right up to the counter and ordered Milly to give him a couple of “them sharoops there.” Milly started to tell him she was helping me, but he really didn’t come in to buy anything. The truth is, he came in to bug me. He walked up to me and grabbed the shirt I was looking at out of my hand.
I turned from him and picked up some socks. “You’re…uh…Lucas McCain, aren’t you?” I told him that was my name, knowing darn well that he knew who I was. “When I talk to somebody, I don’t like talking to their back. Why don’t you just turn around?”
Boy, but it took a lot out of me to just stand there and take that! Mark was even surprised someone would talk to me like that. But I decided to pleased him and turned around. "What is it you have to say mister?"
"They call you "The Rifleman", don't they? You don’t look like a fella-" Suddenly, Milly walked up to us. She knew there was trouble brewing.
“Would there be anything else?” He turned, pretending he didn’t know what she had asked. “Will there be anything else?” Milly asked more forcibly this time.
He walked over to the counter where Mark was. Mark was scared of him and tried to move, but Clay blocked his way. When Mark tried to move the other way, Clay blocked his way again. “Why don’t ya' watch where you’re going!” He suddenly grabbed mark’s arm.
If he wanted to make me angry, he sure did it! “Let the boy go!” I ordered angrily.
“I’ll teach you how to stay out-“ Clay started as he raised his hand to strike MY BOY.
I rushed forward to stop him. I grabbed him. “Alright mister!” I dragged him to the door and slammed him up against it. “You lookin' for trouble, you got trouble!" I exploded. Boy, was I angry! I had him pinned up against that door as I sneered at him.
“Don’t you hit me!”
“I’ll do a lot to keep the peace, mister! I’ll eat crow raw if I have to. But I’ll do it – me - not my boy!” I yelled as I had him lifted practically off the floor shaking him. “I don’t let anybody hit him, not even me!”
He started to threaten his son on me. I was too angry to let him finish. “You know, when I was young I used to hate kids who kept saying ‘my Pa can beat your Pa!’ But I never thought I’d run into a man who could say that about his boy! Oh, I’ve heard about him alright. He’s a quick draw, he’s a killer! And your trading on his reputation to be the cock of the walk. Well, your trading days are over, at least with me! Now, get out of here!” I shoved him out the door hard.
Micah walked by just then. He stared at the man I had just shoved out into the street. Then he turned and stared at me. I didn’t even allow Micah to say a word. “Look Micah,” I pointed at that man. “I said I’d try to stay away from him. But he wouldn’t have it that way! When he put his hands on Mark, that was it as far as I was concerned. I don’t let any man do that – not even for you!”
Micah knew I was angry. “Did I say a word, Lucas?” Micah asked.
“No!” If that had been it, Micah would have been okay, but he asked me how long I’d be staying in town. I glared at him as I answered in an angry voice. I got right in his face. “For as long as I’ve got things to do! Mark’s gotta go to school. I’ve gotta go to the barber. After that, I’ve gotta see the harness maker, the blacksmith, and after that, we’re having dinner at the hotel. He’s getting kinda tired of my cooking anyway!”
“No I’m not, Pa!” Mark insisted.
“Well I am!” I answered my son harshly. “We’re eating at the hotel!” I told Milly to wrap up the things I bought and I’d pick them up later. Under the circumstances, I didn’t want to be around company right now! I told Mark to come on. I turned back to Milly. "And Milly, throw in that fancy shirt, I'm taking you to that supper on Saturday" I turned and left, not even paying attention to Milly’s pleas.
I did as I promised and came back later to finish my purchases at the store. I put the rest of my supplies in my saddle bags, then announced I was going to walk down to the school for Mark. I didn’t know it, but I was being closely watched across the street. I stood facing Milly who was standing in the doorway of her store. I smiled at her as we discussed our plans for Saturday. But her smile disappeared.
My blood suddenly ran cold at the look on her face. I stared at her, afraid of what was behind me. I heard his voice from behind me. “Mr. McCain, I understand you roughed up my Pa,” the boy stated. “See, he doesn’t stand up too good for himself, so I kinda stand up for him. I’d like for you to tell him you’re sorry. Say you’ll leave him be. But if that ain’t to your likin’, get that rifle of yours and we’ll have it out right now.”
Boy, what a day! I’d had as much of this family as I could take! I grabbed my rifle from it’s boot and turned to face this boy. I started to say something, but the face that stood in front of me was certainly enough to make my blood run cold! I just stared at him, not quiet believing what I was seeing.
“Make your move, Mr. McCain. I never draw first.” But I just stared at the boy. Seeing him was like seeing something from my past – something that still gave me chills!
I slowly turned from him. I couldn’t think – could hardly move as everyone stared at me. I slowly slid my rifle back into it’s boot. I didn’t even hear the old man’s loud mouth about his son backing me down. The son stared at me, not sure what was going on.
Neither was I. All I knew is that I needed to go home – straight home. I thought of nothing else. I couldn’t – I was numb.
“Lucas!” Micah came up to stand beside me.
I turned my head around to look at my friend. “I already killed him once,” I stated. I was still in shock from that fearful image. “That’s enough.” Then I got on my horse and rode out of town.
I rode home slowly as I thought back to that dreadful day. I was so numb. I was hurting so much and felt so incredibly alone! There were a million things that went through my head on the way home, but none of the thoughts helped me. The more I thought on it, the worse things got. I rode into my yard slowly and slowly dismounted my horse.
As I thought some more on this, I slowly opened the door to my house. There was only one though on my mind as I walked over to the trunk and opened it. I lifted something from the trunk, then closed it. With a shaking hand, I sat the small bundle on top of the trunk and began untying the string that was around it.
I didn’t even hardly hear the horse coming up outside. I unwrapped the contents from the cloth. It was a letter and a picture I hadn’t though of in years. But now I stared at them, unable to think of anything else. I sat down on the floor and stared at the picture – the spitting image. Grief filled my very being. Tears filled my eyes. I was suddenly back there – to the day it happened. The day I had killed my first boy!
Suddenly, in the silence he was there. "Lucas.” Micah had been standing in the doorway. He had watched my face turn to grief. Slowly, he walked in and kneeled beside me. "Lucasboy." He then took the picture out of my hand and looked at it. I didn’t need it anymore though. The picture etched in my memory was enough. "Is this the boy’s father?" he asked. "That's Mrs. Clay, younger and prettier. It's her alright," he said. "It must be the boy’s father. he looks just like him."
Even though I was in a daze, I heard my friend’s voice speaking to me softly and gently. My grief-stricken voice spoke softly. "I didn't know him. I didn’t hate him, I just killed him.”
“Where?” I repeated as I relived that day. “Where?” I didn’t even want to think about it. I could hardly get my lips to form the word. But it finally came out in a soft whisper. “Gettysburg.” Oh, how I remembered! “Yes, Gettysburg.”
“In the war,” Micah stated. “Lucas, lots of men have died in the war.”
"He was the first man I ever killed," I explained. "Just a boy. First human being I saw with.....death on his face." Softly, I began to tell my story. I had to – it was eating me up inside. "I was scared. Sick with fear. We were.....marching across the field in file. I could hear the cannonade bursting all around us. We just kept marching. Bayonets ready.....bayonets.....marching. Suddenly there was cavalry..... racing.....screaming.....swinging cold steel. We broke.....ran.....crawled for our lives. I found myself in a ravine. Gasping like every breath was gonna be my last. Like there wasn't enough air in the world to keep me alive. Oh.....I wanted to stay alive."
I’m sure Micah hated seeing me like this. "Every man does, Lucas," said Micah. "Now don't torture yourself like this."
But I continued with my story. I had to – just had to – get it all out! "That's when he died, in the ravine," I said. "I don't know who was more scared. We were both frozen, paralyzed with fear. He looked at me and I lunged! I could feel the bayonet tearing at him and hear his screaming."
Suddenly, the anger and grief just gripped me. I burst out crying, banging my fist as I remembered that moment – the moment I killed him. "I lunged and I lunged and I lunged at him!" I suddenly put my head on my arm as I cried.
“Lucas Boy,” Micah comforted me with a gentle hand. His voice held concern as he spoke.
I lifted my head as I spoke again. I had to give my darkest memory to someone else. My best friend was the only one I could tell these painful memories to. "There was no more sound. He wasn't looking at me anymore. He was looking into me. Wide...starring...looking right into me. Just the wide...glassy silence of his eyes...I kept seeing them for years. His eyes...his face." I weakly laid my head back down on my arm as I wept some more.
Micah wanted to help me. He hated seeing me hurting like this. "It was his life or yours, Lucas.” But I said nothing. "Lucasboy, it was his life or yours."
I suddenly lifted my head. "Was it?" I asked.
"Of course, it was war.”
"Yes, war. His life or mine. But if I hadn't lunged...would he have?" I turned and looked at my friend. "Can you tell me he would, Micah? Can anyone?"
"He was a man...same as you. He wanted to live...same as you. He would have killed...same as you.” That was Micah’s simple answer. But he wasn’t me. He hadn’t seen what I had seen.
"Same as me...I wonder."
"This picture, you got it off his...off him?" Asked Micah.
"Picture? Ohhhhh. Yes, that and two letters. One from him and one from her. His was never finished and never delivered. "I mailed it to her after the war.....but it came back. She had gone away.....nobody knew where. So I kept 'em. Kept them and forgotten, until this afternoon." I then got up off the floor and started out the door.
"Where are you going?" Micah asked.
I only half turned. "To deliver them." I turned back to walk out the door.
Suddenly, Micah begged me. "Lucas, don't do this-"
But I suddenly turned back to him. "Micah, this is something I have to do!" I screamed through my tears.
We stood there looking into each other’s eyes. "Mind if I come along?" Micah asked gently.
"You want to?" I asked. I knew I needed them there. He needed to be there in case of trouble. We started for the Clay spread.
By the time I got to the Clay’s, I was a lot calmer. The ride and talking to Micah had done me a world of good. But I knew that the only way to put this experience behind me was to face the widow of the boy I had killed. That’s why with renewed strength, I climbed the steps to her porch, took off my hat, and knocked on her door. But when she opened the door, I just stared at her for a few moments. Seeing her there in front of me took my breath away.
My words surprised her. I quickly corrected myself. “I mean, Mrs. Clay?” She smiled, suddenly wanting to know if I had known her husband. “I saw him,” I answered with a heavy voice. “There were letters…pictures.” I reached in my back pocket. “I carried them with me for a long time.”
She invited me in and I gave her the letters and picture.
Meanwhile, Clay was still in town bragging it up that Simon Jr. had backed me down. Simon was getting pretty tired of hearing about it. “He was afeared. That’s what he was – afeared of you!”
“No he wasn’t,” Simon stated. “I don’t know what it was – why he didn’t call me. It wasn’t fear that stopped him.” But Clay let into him again. Simon told him to shut up and started for home.
I stood in her parlor quietly as she looked at the items I had for her. She sat in a chair, her back to me. “You read it?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered. My voice still held a lot of sorrow in it. Only time would ease my pain – and the pain I’m sure would be in her own heart. I had to tell her though – I was the one who killed her husband. I was the reason for all the hardness in her life.
“He always did write pretty,” she commented lovingly. “Were you with him when…” I didn’t make her finish that question. I knew it was hard. I whispered that I was. “I know it’s been so long, but maybe you can remember. Was there anything that – I mean, did he say anything?” I knew she had to know what his last moments were like on this earth.
Sorrow filled my voice, and I still had tears on my face as I humbly answered her question. I tried to say it as bluntly as possible so as not to put it any harder on either of us. “I didn’t give him a chance to. I was the…enemy.”
I watched her expression on her face. It didn’t change. I expected angry words. I expected crying or lashing out at me – but not this. I couldn’t stand this! I needed to be yelled out – to be told I was wrong.
But she didn’t yell. She simply grasped the letter to her chest and said, “I was real pretty in those days.”
But I couldn’t stay quiet. Her silence – not accusing me, not yelling at me – it was more then I could bare. “Mrs. Clay, I’m trying to say-“ I started.
“I heard you, Mr. McCain.” she quickly interrupted me. So gently and quietly, she said “I heard you.” Finally, she began crying. “You want me to say the words? You killed him.” Suddenly, the truth hit her and she threw a hand to her face. “You killed him,” she yelled, crying at the same time.
Hearing the words out loud from some one other them myself put it all into perspective. I had killed him – plain in simple. Nothing I did or said could ever take my actions back. Even if I had it to do again, I had to do it. That was a sad consequence of war. I was sorry I had hurt this poor woman. I had taken something from her that I could never give back.
Suddenly, Mrs. Clay apologized to me. She apologized to me! “Mr. McCain, I’m sorry,” she stated tearfully. “I shouldn’t have.” Sorrow stayed on my face as I allowed those words to sink in. She could forgive me for what I had done – but how could I ever forgive myself for this? “It’s over. Long gone. No cause for either of us to be giving the other one pain."
I had to think on that. I was giving myself pain. Right now, it felt the pain was overwhelming. But as I though on this, she knew the truth. The two of us were face to face – one of us had to die to live. That was war. "Thank you Mrs. Clay.” It was hard for me to accept her forgiveness. But I knew it meant a lot to her to do it that way.
"I've lost him, but...I've had him. All these years I've had him in his son, my boy."
"Yes, I know." I knew it was time to put that behind us now. Out concern now should be her son and what was happening to him.
“You know him?” she asked suddenly. “The image of Simon isn’t he?”
That’s what had gotten me in this state. “The image,” I commented now.
She suddenly knew I had had trouble. I started to explain it wasn’t with her son, but she already knew what was going on. I assured her I tried to avoid it.
“Everybody does. But Hank won’t let them. He’ll stir and push and prod. Then hide behind Simon’s gun.” She married him because her son needed a father. “Somewhere, something changed. And I don’t know why.”
Suddenly, Micah shouted a warning from outside. "Lucas! The boy and his Pa are coming!"
I knew I had to leave quickly. I didn’t want to cause her any more pain. “I’ll go out the back way, Mrs. Clay. There won’t be any trouble,” I assured her.
I started to leave. But her voice stopped me. “Oh, what’s the difference?” she suddenly cried. “They’ll always be someone else. As long as Simon can shoot…as long as Hank can stir up trouble. There’ll be someone else…until…Oh, what’s the use?” She began crying again.
But I knew what I had to do. “As long as Simon can shoot…” I had to try to save this woman – to give something from her I had been forced to take from her a long time ago.
“Lucas!” Micah yelled.
I didn’t say another word, but slowly made my way out the door. I saw Clay and his step-son ride up. I didn’t say a word but walked over to my horse and removed my rifle, once again, from it’s boot. I slowly turned and walked towards Micah. He had a worried expression on his face. Sternly and simply, I stated to the question in his eyes, “Stay out of this Micah.”
Micah gave only a slight nod, but I knew he still had a lot of doubt. He had no choice but to follow my advice.
I turned from Micah and walked out to face the boy with my rifle in hand. The boy merely stared at me. “I told you he wasn’t feared, Pa. I don’t know what it was, but he wasn’t feared.”
"Alright boy. You wanted a show down.....you got it!"
"Any time your ready Mr. McCain," Simon stated. The ole' man started backing away. "You gotta shoot first," said Simon.
I stood still and studied him. I had to study exactly where I’d have to aim – exactly how I’d have to do it. I looked away for only a second. Then I lifted my rifle and said, "Draw boy!"
He went for his gun. Bang! I shot his hand, making good on what I sat out to do. The boy grasped his hand in pain as the gun dropped to the ground.
Mrs. Clay came running out. "Simon, Simon, are you alright?"
"I'm alright Ma. I'm alright!" Simon stated in an annoyed voice.
The ole' man walked over to face me. "Why didn't you kill him?" He yelled.
Mrs. Clay ran up to her husband and grabbed him. "Hank, what are you saying? He's our boy, my son!"
At those words he looked down at her. “Your boy. Your son! He was never mine. You never let him belong to me, just like you never belonged to me. You married me, but you were in love with a dead man.”
I closed my eyes at those words, not hardly able to stand the pain those words caused either Mrs. Clay or me. I had caused all this…all this pain for so many years.
Then he admitted what Micah knew all along. “This was to be my way of paying back. It didn’t work out.”
Suddenly, Simon spoke. "You did this to me? You raised me for slaughter?" Simon ran towards Clay angrily as he cried out.
But his mother stopped him. “Simon no,” she cried. "May God forgive me boy. May God forgive me!" Hank walked away from them, realizing the damage he had caused.
Mark and I sat on the wagon quietly waiting for Micah to come out. I was anxious to know how the boy was. “Doc said he would be alright. But he’ll never make a fast draw with that arm again. I guess you did what you set out to do, Lucas.”
I told Mark to get up into the wagon seat. As we climbed up, Mark curiously asked, "Pa, what did Micah mean?"
"Nothing Mark,” I answered shortly. My voice held the tone that warned Mark I didn’t want to talk about it.
"Yeah, but he said-“ Mark started. I knew he wanted some sort of explanation.
I gave him the only one I could. I looked him straight in the eye and spoke to him as firmly as I could so there would be no more discussion about what happened today. "Mark, let me tell you something. When you get a little older, your going to find out there are some thing's you want to forget. This is something I want to forget. Alright?"
"Alright Pa." He may not have accepted it, but for now he stayed silent.
I turned to Micah. I knew that what had been said would always be between me and him. We both knew that some secrets were better left buried.
piddlin' stuff.....John Anderson appeared in eleven episodes ― Shotgun Man as John Beaumont, he was the man that wanted revenge on Lucas for sending him to jail ― Shivaree as Chet Packard, he was the one who Derek shot in the leg ― The Hawk as Ely Flack, he was the man who was looking for Walt Hake/Reed Young ― The Journey Back as Will Temple, he was the man who had the scare on his face ― Day of the Hunter as Cass Callicott, the famous frontiersman, trapper, scout, buffalo hunter, one of the old original mountain men ― Mail Order Groom as Jess Profit, he was who slapped Isabel across the face ― The Retired Gun as Owny, he was the one who threw the coin on the ground ― Face of Yesterday as Hank Clay, the mean step-father ― Incident at Line Shack Six as Gangling, he was the one who killed Charley Breen ― The Patsy as Sully Hobbs ― Old Man Running aka The Wanted Man as Samuel Gibbs, Mark's Grandpa, Lucas' father-in-law.
We saw him so much on The Rifleman that you would have thought of him as part of the family. Come to think of it, he was part of the family. Do you remember which episode that was?
K.T. Stevens was in five episodes ― Heller as Muriel Bechtol, she was married to that evil Andrew Bechtol ― The Fourflusher as Molly Fenway, she was married to a sharecropper who entered his colt in the horse race ― Face of Yesterday as Nancy Clay was the wife of the man he killed in the Civil War ― Honest Abe as Emma Lincoln, the sister to Able Lincoln who claims that he's the Great Emancipator Molly Fenway in End of the Hunt as Granny Mede, Reef Jackson was her nephew, Lucas knew them from when he lived in the Nations.
Ben Cooper played Simon Lee in this episode Face of Yesterday. He was the young fast gun.
Joan Taylor played Milly Scott. Milly bought The General Store from Hattie Denton. Hattie had to leave to go and help her sister in Denver. Joan Taylor appeared in eighteen episodes as Milly Scott and was introduced to The Rifleman in Miss Milly.
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.
John Rice appeared in a total of eight episodes, seven episodes as a Townsman and one as a barfly. ― 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.
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.
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)
*I also met Ben Cooper and his lovely wife at the 2006 Festival of the West.
Such nice people! What a showman I could have listened to his stories forever.
When I got Ben to sign my Rifleman picture from this episode, he said to me that Chuck was an under rated actor. He was far better then he was given credit for.
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