"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
Mildred Scott. She was a special woman indeed! The first time I ever laid eyes on her I knew that there was something special…something different…about her. I couldn’t wait to get to know her better.
But as much as we loved Milly, she came at a great cost. I’ll tell you about that in a moment.
First of all, let me tell you that the day we met Milly started out tiring, to say the least. We had just arrived home from a two week hunting trip and boy were we happy to be home! Both Mark and I were dirty and wanted nothing more then to get washed up and relax a little. Even Mark was wishing he could take a bath! But as Mark pumped, it became obvious that the ol’ pump had gone out again. “Ah, it’s no use!” I declared.
There wasn’t a drop of water anywhere to be had! Even the canteens were empty.
Mark immediately started complaining that this was the worst time for the pump to go out – when we come back from a two week hunting trip and can’t even wash up. I told Mark to go check the water in the rain barrel.
But as he started to walk out the door, he saw somebody coming. It was Jim Oxford. Mark and I immediately stepped outside to meet him. And he had come at a perfect time – with the new pump valve I had ordered over a month ago! I happily unwrapped it, but the minute I saw it I groaned. “What’s the matter?” Mark asked.
“That’s the wrong size!” I complained. “Hattie oughta know better then that!” I stated impatiently.
“I reckon so if she had been the one to send it out,” Jim stated. I asked him what he meant. “Ain’t you heard?” Jim asked. I just looked at him and waited for the news. “Of course you ain’t, you’ve been back up in them mountains! Hattie don’t run the store no more!”
I was shocked! “Hattie-“ I started.
“She went up to Denver about ten days ago.” Mark and I stared at each other. Hattie was more then a friend to us. She was like a grandmother for Mark, and she was a very, very special person for us both! Mark was obviously as upset as I was. “Said her sister or somebody needed her.”
“She sold out?” Mark asked, trying to take this news in.- same as I was.
“That’s right. There’s a new lady…uh…Mildred Scott. She come down from Santa Fe. Bought the place. If you ask me, she sure don’t know her business!”
But I was still trying to take in this news. “Jim, I can’t believe that Hattie left without saying good-bye,” I said, still in shock from the news. Loosing her was rough, and I knew it would be rough on Mark too. Jim told me she didn’t have a choice.
“Gee, somebody else in the store. That sure is gonna make it different!” Mark commented.
Jim agreed. “Wait till you meet her. I’ve never seen such a mixed up female in my whole life!”
As we watched him leave, I told Mark, “Well, son, maybe we oughta go in and meet her. I’m gonna have to exchange this valve.”
But the moment we got there – even before we stepped inside, Mark and I knew that this was definitely going to be interesting. You can only imagine my shock when I saw my best friend outside with a shop-keeper’s apron on setting out supplies and dusting! I just stared at him. After two weeks of our being gone, he turned and gave me a quick look then walked back inside. Something fishy was certainly going on around here! “What in the world is-“ I started.
I slowly walked inside with a curious grin on my face as I saw Micah working in the store. There was an old lady in there begging for something Dr. Burrage always kept for her. I slowly took my eyes off of Micah and turned to the counter.
I couldn’t help but stare! There was a young woman there. Her hair was black and tied back in a ponytail. She had a pencil stuck behind her right ear. She wore pants and a white blouse, and I must admit that she really looked good with pants on! But at the moment, she was desperately looking through the shelves as the old lady kept yelling at her, begging her to find “it.”
Then a man started in. They both were yelling as she ran around the store looking for what they needed. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. The first words that came out of her mouth were memorable, because it showed me right away the type of woman she would be! “Oh everybody, please! Please!” She shot her hands to her hand, trying to stop the screaming. “Look, I’m just getting settled here. I’ve got to make my inventory. If you would just come back later.”
There were three of them all together, yelling and begging her to give them what they needed. But she shoved them toward the door. They never stopped begging until suddenly Micah quieted them down quickly – when he suddenly dropped a lantern. Milly cried out at the sound of broken glass and threw her hand to her mouth. Micah apologized. “That’s alright, Marshal. Just leave it there,” she said. Then she turned to me. “Come back tomorrow would you please?” she asked me.
“Oh, miss, I-“ I started, but she turned from me.
Micah stopped her. He introduced us. “Oh yes, how you do? Excuse me.” She quickly hurried away.
But I stared after her with one of those silly grins on my face. I had gotten a good look and liked what I saw! She was sure pretty, I’ll admit that! And you know I’m not one to just look at any pretty girl who says hello to me, but I sure was looking at this one!
“How was the hunting trip, Lucas?” Micah asked.
“Fine,” I answered as I continued to look at Milly’s retreating figure. I still hat that silly grin on my face. Suddenly, I arrived back at my senses and turned to Micah. “Oh, good, Micah. Fine,” I answered when I was back in my right frame of mind.
Mark cleared his throat. I sure hope he didn’t notice my staring. If he had, he would get me what-for about that later for sure! “We’ve…uh…got three deer hangin’ in the cooler,” Mark announced.
He asked if he was going to be invited for a steak dinner. “Oh anytime Micah,” I assured my best friend. “That is if you don’t have…uh…too much work left to do.” I couldn’t help but tease him as I pulled on his apron.
Milly heard that. She jumped to Micah’s defense. “The Marshal was kind enough to help me out. He was the only one. Well, you saw how everyone else act-“ She suddenly stopped. It had been a rough day for her. “Oh,” she suddenly groaned as she slapped her hands on her legs. She turned from us. “If this place wasn’t such a mess, I could probably use some of Dr. Bucker’s tonic myself!”
I hated to add to her troubles, but I had to let her know that the valve she sent out with Jim Oxford was the wrong one. She didn’t take this news very well and suddenly turned on me. “Wrong one?”
“But how could it be?” She walked away from me.
I walked over to the counter where she was standing. “It doesn’t fit the pump.”
She was busy working as we talked, and started quickly explaining what must of happened. “Well, it came all the way from Santa Fe collect on the stage. Hattie Denton must have written up the order wrong or something. I-“
“Probably,” I answered. I set the pump down on the counter and turned to go.
But she stopped me. “Uh, what do you want me to do with it?"
"Take it back and order the right one, ma’am."
"Mr. McCain, I'm not set up to do business, much less start exchanging merchandise,” she snapped. She was getting wiled at me.
"Well we don't want to spend the rest of our lives getting our bath water out of a rain barrel either,” I snapped back at her as I leaned against the counter. The lady had hurried over to a pile of blankets.
"Well, I'm sure that’s your concern, not mine,” she declared.
"Now wait a minute Miss Scott. What are you gonna do about the valve? Are you gonna take it back or not?" I asked angrily. I was beginning to get wiled at her too!
"You know, I’m afraid just you understand Mr. McCain. I just bought this business. I've put a lot of money into it. Practically every cent I've got.” She had her back turned to me, trying to keep her composure. But she suddenly turned around and walked up to me. “Well I paid for that for you. You didn't even put a deposit down on it, and now you want me to send it back." She was yelling at me now.
"Of course I do,” I yelled right back at her.
"People here must think that whoever owns the store is a bank. When I took Hattie Denton's accounts receivable I didn't realize that it included practically the whole town. Don't people around here pay money? Or don't they have any money?" She suddenly stopped working, wrapped her arms around a headless manikin with her back to me of course, and asked me.
I suddenly calmed my voice down knowing she was frustrated. I could understand her dilemma. So as calmly as I could, I folded my arms, remained leaning against the counter and spoke. “It’s been a pretty dry year. Crops haven’t been too good. Folks have been selling off cattle to make ends meet. I’m gonna have to do the same thing myself.”
She suddenly turned around to me, looked me straight in the eye, and made a strong suggestion to me. “Well, maybe you oughta get at it instead of running off hunting!” she ordered as she waved her hand in the air and walked across the room.
She had gone just a little too far and she was really trying my patients! “That was our winter meat we were after!” I snapped right back at her.
“Well, I hope you got plenty, you’re gonna need it!” she declared at she walked toward me with her ledger book. She began a angry thumbing through it until she got to my name. “$32.00,” she began informing me.
“Alright, just a minute, Miss Scott,” I interrupted her, but she just kept talking. “Hattie Denton always kept a running account for me just like everybody else in North Fork!”
She slammed the ledge shut and once again turned to look up at me in the eye. "Well I'm not Hattie Denton! I can't afford it! There'll be no more credit in this store for anyone until all these accounts are paid up. Now if you'd like to bring yours up to date!"
"Well don't you worry about it Miss Scott. It'll be taken care of,” I assured her angrily. That’s about all I could take of this woman for one day! I hurried toward the door. “Come on, son!”
I stormed out the door with Mark right behind me. Micah called after me as he hurried outside. I suddenly sopped and turned to my best friend. “What’s the matter with her anyway?” I asked angrily. He tried to calm me down but I was just too riled! “She thinks she owns the town or something?”
Micah reminded me that she practically did own the whole town, what with that ledger which showed she was carrying an awful lot of people. “Well, what’s the store for? People around here are good for it. Hattie knew that!” My voice still held a lot of impatience.
“Yes,” Micah stated. “But Miss Scott don’t know it yet. She’s a really nice person, Lucas. It’s just that…well, starting up in a new town….new business…I’m afraid she’s not too impressed with North Fork.”
I had to agree with him there! “Well, I don’t think North Fork’s very impressed with her either!” I declared. “You know, Jim Oxford was right when he said she didn’t know her business.”
Then Micah really through us through a loop. He said she didn’t know this business – she was as school teacher in Santa Fe! You should have seen the look on Mark’s face! I’m sure he was trying to imagine what kind of school teacher she made…”A school teacher?” he asked in that panicked voice of his. From hearing him talk, you’d think she was going to become his school teacher!
Micah went on to explain that she had come into a small inheritance and had always wanted to go into business by herself, so she bought the general store. “Now give her a chance, Lucas boy!” Micah practically ordered me in that “friendly” way of his.
“Look Micah, I’d be happy to give her a chance if she’d be a little bit reasonable!”
Micah assured me time would take care of that. About that time Mark groaned, “A school teacher.”
I couldn’t help but smile at my boy. Micah and Mark both had charmed all the anger out of me. How did they do that? “Alright, Micah. What do you want me to do? Go back in there and apologize?” I asked.
He told me to give her a few days before I did that. He offered to buy me a cup of coffee. Then he looked at Mark. “And…uh…maybe a piece of chocolate pie.”
That made Mark excited! “Are you gonna buy it or uh…” I raised an eyebrow as I looked at him. “Serve it?”
Micah looked down and realized he was still wearing the apron. He started taking it off as Mark and I laughed.
If only I knew that there was deep trouble about to happen! There was a man by the name of Jack Adams who had been listening outside the store. He heard what Milly’s problem was, and after we left he started thinking up a scheme. He walked across the street to the saloon where his friend was. “I think we found the opportunity we’ve been looking for what here,” he informed Marty.
“Here?” Marty asked.
“Well, let’s say across the street in that store.” He told Marty about his plan. “That’s the only supply point in about a hundred miles. People don’t seem to realize how important that store is to them. Why, if it wasn’t there, they wouldn’t have anyplace to buy what they need. When Marty asked him what he was talking about, he asked him if he knew how to use a gun. Marty said yes. “Well, that’s all you need to know. You just stay here and leave the rest to me.” Then he left to go talk to the new owner of the General Store.
He had a proposition for Milly. He wanted to try to collect the money that was owed her. She was afraid of how it would look though. He reminded her that without the money she could go out of business. He tried his best to convince her that she had what they needed, so they should pay what they owed. Milly was sensitive and didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings though. He was playing on her affections. “I saw how they treated you. They don’t care about you. Miss Scott, business is business; and you’re not gonna have one unless you put your foot down and get those bills collected.”
“You won’t offend them?” She suddenly asked. She didn’t want to make any enemies. “There was a man that came in earlier today. I shouldn’t have spoke to him the way I did, but well, I was so…so…”
But he was a smooth talker and kept talking to her. He told her we would respect her for it. He assured her he would talk to her customers in a nice friendly way. He told her that she could give him 10% of what he collected for her. “I do need help,” she stated. “Only…I hardly know you! You’re a stranger.”
But he had an answer for everything. “Well, I hardly know you.. Well, I guess we’ll just have to trust each other, hm?”
She finally agreed and shook hands with him. The offer was just to tempting for her to pass up. She gave him the ledger book and he turned to leave. She suddenly stopped him. “You will be nice about it, won’t you?”
He smiled. “Of course I will!”
Milly couldn’t help but to smile after he walked out. But little did she know that Adams had a partner, Marty Ryan. After leaving the General store, Adams walked back to the saloon and showed Marty the ledger. He told Marty they were going into business. "What kind of business is that?" Marty asked.
"Money, collecting money.” He opened the ledger book and started looking for something. “Let's see here," said Adams as he scrolled thru the ledger. "McCain.....McCain.....Lucas McCain."
"Who's that?" asked Marty.
"Our first customer."
That night, Mark and I were finishing up the supper dishes. I needed more water so I could finish the washing. Mark lifted the bucket up and poured just a few drops in the dishpan. “What’s the matter? You afraid I’m gonna waste it?”
Mark went on the defensive. “Well, this has gotta last till morning! Well, you didn’t haul it up from the creek, I did!”
Mark suddenly started talking about Miss Scott. He wondered why I hadn’t paid her off since we had the $32 and more then enough for the pump valve. I tried to explain it in the simplest way I knew. “Well son, I’ll pay her. But right now, it’s a matter of proper money handling. We’ve got the money, but I don’t want to spend it until I know there’s gonna be more to replace it. I told him that as soon as the heifer down in the South pastor was ready for market, we’d sell her and pay the bill off. “You take a ranch in a farming town like North Fork, that’s the way everybody does business. They have to! Hattie knew it and she never lost a cent by it. It’s sort of a matter of mutual trust.”
“I don’t think Miss Scott trusts anybody!” Mark declared.
I told Mark we needed to give her a chance. “After all, a woman starting a new business, I guess it gets to be a little lonely…worrisome. We make amends, and I’m sure she’ll turn out to be just as good a friend as Hattie was.”
Mark was studying me as I spook. Suddenly he asked, "Uh…pa, do you think she’is Pretty?"
"She’s pretty. Why?"
"Oh, well, I just saw the way you were looking at her."
“Oh?” I suddenly looked at my boy. I hadn’t realized I had been that obvious about finding her attractive! “How did I look at her?” I suddenly wanted to know.
“Well, you know, I-“ Mark stopped. He wasn’t too comfortable talking about this, and when he saw the look on my face he decided it was best not to say anything else. I suddenly reminded him that the dishes weren’t going to wash themselves.
But then I heard a horse outside. Mark and I went to see who it was. Naturally, I picked up my rifle on the way out.
Two men rode up to the house. One of them got off. "Good evening, Mr. McCain"
"I know you?" I asked.
"Well not exactly. My name is Adams."
"What can I do for you Mr. Adams."
"Well, my friend here and I are just paying a neighborly visit. We're making North Forth our home and we're acquiring interest in a business here."
"Is that right? What kind of business?"
"The…uh…the General Store."
That surprised me a bit. "I thought Miss Scott was running the General Store?"
"Well she is, we'll just helping her." It sure didn’t take me long to figure out how he was helping her. “Now Mr. McCain, there’s a little item here in the ledger here for about…uh…$32.00 that you owe us. We came to collect it.”
“You what?” I was surprised.
“$32.00. We came to collect it,” he repeated. He also expected me to pay him 20% extra since they had to make a special effort to collect the money.
I was no longer friendly. “She send you out there?”
“Why else would we come?”
“Well, you can just turn those horses around and tell Miss Scott I’ll be in tomorrow…personally!”
“Now please, I said this was a neighborly visit. We don’t want any trouble. All we want is what’s rightfully ours.”
The man still sitting in the saddle was reaching for his gun. “Maybe you didn’t hear me too well,” I warned.
He started threatening me, telling me I had a lot to loose here for just $32.00. That’s when I got really riled and flipped my rifle to show them I meant business. “Get out of here,” I demanded.
“Whatever you say. Only next time maybe we won’t talk so much and maybe you won’t have that rifle with you.” He started backing away. He knew I meant business – my kind of business! I held my rifle on them until they were out of sight. Then I just stared after them.
Mark folded his arms. “What is it you said, Pa? About Miss Scott winding up being a real good friend? “ Mark sure was being brave talking to me that way! I just shot him a dirty look then turned and walked inside.
Milly was sure pleased! Adams had collected almost three hundred dollars. She didn’t even know what to say.
As Adams was walking out, Mr. Penn was walking in. He didn’t look too pleased either. He hurried up to the counter and asked for some corn syrup in a very stern voice. Milly looked and found it. “Here ya' are,” she said in a very sweet voice as she smiled at him. She reached for her ledger, but he threw some coins on the counter and told her not to bother with it. “I don’t understand,” she stated.
He gave her a hard stare. "Miss Scott, I'm only gonna say this once. I get my supplies here because it's the only place. If there was another food store in this town you'd never see me again!"
"But why?" she asked.
Micah and I had just walked in the store. We heard the conversation. "Maybe I can answer that Miss Scott,” I stated.
Mr. Penn had a bandage on his face. Micah asked him what happened to his face. "Why don't you ask her?" Then he hurried out of the store.
She asked what he was talking about. “You got a man named Adams working for you collecting money?” I asked.
She said she did. “People aren’t gonna take to that, Miss Scott,” Micah stated.
“Oh really?” Milly asked. She pointed to her cash box. “Well, there’s $300 in there that’s wasn’t there yesterday!” I told her I wasn’t surprised. “Well certainly there’s no harm in asking people to pay up. I mean, well I know I was a little abrupt with you and some of the others yesterday, but…how else am I gonna stay in business?”
This whole thing was making me sick! I dug the money out of my pocket. “Here, Miss Scott, you can mark me paid up for good, thirty-two fifty." I slammed the money on the counter. She was sorry if she had offended anyone. "Well, I'm sorry if I offended anyone, but I’m trying to run this business as a business. You can't give things away you know." "Now look Miss Scott.” I pushed my hat back on my head and leaned towards her. Nobody’s asking you to give anything but a little bit of yourself. The people around here depend on this General Store for practically all their supplies. Now somebody without feeling and without consideration can make a pretty good thing of that. Just like you and Adams are doing. Lining your pockets with gold, so to speak. Now, Hattie Denton wasn't that way. She loved people and she understood 'em. That was more important to her then a full cash box. Maybe you should start thinking like that before you end up the loneliest person in North Folk." After I had my say, I took one more hard look at her, then I then turned from her and walked out.
It was Micah’s turn. "Miss Scott, can I give you a piece of advise?"
"What else Marshal?" She asked impatiently.
"You get rid of that man and his partner, or I will." Then Micah turned and left.
She yelled after him that he couldn’t tell her how to run her business. But she suddenly stopped in mid-sentence. “Partner?” She didn’t know anything about a partner!
I was reading a book while Mark was feeling the tub with water for his bath. I told him to hurry because it was getting dark. Mark started back outside when a wagon pulled up. He called to me and I came to the door and saw a man lying on the seat of the wagon. “That’s Jim Oxford’s rig!” I stated. I hurried toward it. Jim was badly hurt! “Jim, Jim!” I called. I went up to him and lifted his head as I stared at him. “Good Lord, Jim, what happened?” I gasped.
“Please help me,” he mumbled. “They stole my money! I tried to fight ‘em off…supply bill…$92…They shot me…They left me for dead…for $92!” He was gasping and could hardly talk.
I told Mark we had to get him to Dr. Burrage right away. I told him to go inside and get some blankets. Jim was still gasping and mumbling as I tried to calm him down. I told him not to talk. “Mark, hurry up with those blankets, son!” I shouted toward the house. Then I turned back around to my friend. “Supply bill!” I said bitterly.
Milly was closing up the store for the night when she saw Adams and Marty ride up. She turned and started toward them. When she called out to Mr. Adams, he gave her a friendly greeting, telling her he was just coming over to see her. Then she looked at the man right beside him. "Would…um…would this be your partner?” She asked in a suspicious voice.
Adams told her that Marty works for him from time to time. She wanted to know if he had collected anymore money. He told her he had but hadn't counted it yet. "Tell me Mr. Adams. The people you took the money from, did they give it of their own free will?"
He played innocent. "I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Miss Scott. How else would they pay?"
"Maybe a little friendly persuasion helped?" Milly answered.
As they talked in the street Micah, Mark and I were coming out of the doc’s office. I saw them talking and knew that tonight was the night we got to the bottom of things. “Wait for me at the hotel, Mark,” I said as I pushed him in that direction.
I grabbed my rifle and started over toward them.
Adams and Marty wanted to know what Milly was talking about. “Your collection methods,” she answered firmly. She started to tell them about the man in the store today, but Micah and I didn’t give her a chance. We had a few questions for these two men.
Micah announced that Jim Oxford had been pistol whipped and shot through the shoulder just to collect $92.00 that he owed Miss Scott. Milly was horrified and stared at the two men. "You couldn't have.” Then she turned to Micah. "Marshal, I swear I didn't-" she started.
But Adams interrupted her. "Now just a minute. Who said we did anything?"
I was angry. "Jim Oxford said. You left him for dead, that's what he said." But they denied any wrong doing. “You know how if feels? A beatin’ like you gave him? Either one of you ever been shot?” But Adams tried to claim that Jim Oxford had drawn on them. "Jim Oxford never carried a gun in his life," I declared angrily.
Micah didn’t need to hear anymore. "Your both under arrest, both of you. You'll cool your heels in jail till Oxford’s well enough to testify. Now move!"
They went first and started across the street. But suddenly they drew on us – both of them. Adams drew first, then Marty. Micah and I opened fire, killing both of them.
Micah turned and slowly walked over to Milly who had thrown a hand to her mouth in shock. She was crying and very upset. "What have I done?" She asked with tears in her eyes. I suddenly turned and stared at her, realizing that she had nothing to do with this – she was innocent, not meaning for any of it to happen.
She suddenly turned away from Micah. “How could I had been so stupid?” She banged her fist on the post. I stared at her, struggling with myself to forgiver her. “Can you ever forgive me Marshal?"
Micah didn’t hesitate. "Miss Milly, I've seen a lot of things happen in this town, good and bad. This isn't the first time there's been a misunderstanding. But you'll see, when the folks start finding out the truth, things will start brighten up for ya',"
"Thank you Marshal." She knew she had Micah’s forgiveness. But then she turned her head toward me. She needed my forgiveness too. We stood there staring into each other’s eyes. No words were needed – she could see my forgiveness in my eyes We understood each other, and I was ready to start over. So was she.
Things had been too tense between us. We had done a lot of fighting and said some things in anger. I felt I needed to break the ice.
I suddenly looked up at the door where the window had been shot out. I smiled at her a slow, easy smile. "Looks like your gonna need a new pain of glass in that window, Miss Scott," I answered.
She suddenly smiled through her tears. She was still crying, but her tears were now tears of relief. For some reason, my forgiveness was very important to her.
The next day, Mark, Micah and I helped Milly get the General Store in order. Milly had the store open for business and was helping Mr. Penn get some things he needed. She was like a totally new person now…or maybe she was back to her old self again…Whatever the case, she had a new understanding of how our town was run. She suddenly had a trust for us that hadn’t been there before. As she handed Mr. Penn his supplies, he started to pay. She stopped him, telling him he could wait to pay until after he sold his cattle. He smiled at her knowing that she would work out nicely after all!
She then went over to Mark who was wiping out the candy jars and putting the candy away. "Mark, are you getting everything in the right place?"
"I hope so," Mark answered.
"Oh, now that doesn't look like it's in the right place,” she declared as she picked up a piece of candy lying on the counter. Mark started to argue with her, but when he opened his mouth, she stuck the piece of candy inside. “There,” she smiled at him. “That's where it belongs.” The smiled at each other as she messed up his hair.
She then came over to me. I was fixing the broken window pane. "I don't know how I can thank you all, Lucas." She said as she stood beside me smiling.
I didn’t know what to say to her. "You don't have to thank us Milly.” But I suddenly looked toward Micah. “But maybe you can help Micah figure out what that is." He was trying to figure out how you would use the corset he was gonna put away. We all started laughing.
"You know, the next time I lock somebody up, I just think I'll put them in one of these. That would sure be worse then going to jail." We all laughed at that.
I think this was the start of a beautiful friendship after all! At least, I sure did hope so!
piddlin' stuff....."Welcome to the McCain Ranch Milly Scott!"
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.
I am so glad they added Milly! Mark Asked Lucas if he thought Milly was pretty. Lucas asked why. "I saw the way you looked at her." I do love Millie's Brother too!" "Who is the better man?" And WOW that kiss!
Warren Oates appeared in five episodes ― The Marshal as Andrew Shelton, he is the brother who took off his hat and said..... "Why Florry, you ugly old devil. You went & got yourself kilt" ― Bloodlines as Jud Malackie, he's the brother Micah knocked the gun out of his hand ― The Prodigal as Santos ― Miss Milly as Marty Ryan, the heavy of the two ― Day of Reckoning as Will Breen, he's the one wearing the derby.
Warren Oates played a brother in three episodes - Bloodlines - The Marshal - Day of Reckoning.
Richard Devon has appeared in seven episodes ― The Spiked Rifle as Austin Stark, the leader of the gang and the man who fooled Lucas into thinking Mark was kidnapped ― Blood Brother as Jethroe, the man in charge of the People's Committee who was looking for John Stoddard ― The Grasshopper as Walt Ryerson, the man in the handcuffs who Lucas applied a tourniquet to ― The Silent Knife as Ben Macowan, he was the guy who picked on big Mark ― Miss Milly as Jack Adams, he was the man Milly hired to be her bill collector ― The Most Amazing Man as Lovett, he was the gunslinger who forced Wade Randall into a gun fight. He was so brave until he saw what a good a shot Wade was (with Lucas' help) ― The Stand-In as Gus Potter, the prison guard that passed out when the two guards were drinkin'.
Michael Fox appeared in four episodes — The Trade as Trager, the telegraph worker — Letter of the Law as Abel, the townsman Micah left guarding Stocker while he went to see Lucas — The Hangman as Joe Hannah, the townsman that ease dropped outside of Micah's office when Lucas brought in Volney Adams — Miss Milly as Jim Oxford, the townsman who Ryan & Adams ruffed up for payment due to Milly.
Charles Tannen appeared in six episodes ― The Boarding House as Barney, North Fork's Barber ― Sins of the Father as the bartender in the saloon where Andy Moon shot Shep Coleman ― The Jailbird as Josh Moore, the storekeeper at the Hardware Store ― Woman From Hog Ridge as the storekeeper ― Miss Milly as Mr. Penn the customer who Marty Ryan had ruffed up trying to get money on his bill owed to Milly ― The Actress as one of the men who Elizabeth Garrett Black was entertaining in the hotel bar, the man with the cigar.
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)
Joan Taylor Brings Romantic Interest to The Rifleman Series
by Pat Morrison — The Modesto Bee, Sunday December 25, 1960
Bloopers - Miss Milly
You've heard Lucas' story, now hear Mark's
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