"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
“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
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
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.
worry, Micah. I’ll stay out of his way.” I left for the General
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
“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
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
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
"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
“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
“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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
"Where are you going?" Micah asked.
I only half turned. "To deliver them." I turned back to walk out the
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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
"Alright Pa." He may not have accepted it, but for now he stayed
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
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 ―
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'
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
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.
appeared in a total of eight episodes, seven episodes as a Townsman and one as
Day of the Hunter ―
A Case of Identity ― The Fourflusher ―
The Promoter ― Miss
Bertie as a barfly ― The Wyoming Story ― Face of
Yesterday - Anvil Chorus.
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
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
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 &
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
*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
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.
Bloopers - Face of
Lucas' story, now hear Mark's