"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
I hate it when you are just riding along
minding your own business, then BOOM! Something terrible happens to you.
That’s what happened to me. I was just riding my horse along a trail when
all of a sudden Bang! I fall off my horse and land face-down
the dirt. The man that shot me sure was proud of himself! He thought he had
killed me – nice clean headshot…
Another man looked at my horse. “Not a bad swap, his horse for mine. At
least he won’t be so conspicuous. An’ it’ll be a long before anybody looks
for him, whoever he is.” The man suddenly got an idea. He started
unstrapping his gun and holster. His friend was pretty surprised that he was
giving up his fancy gun just so people would think he was dead. He figured
it was a small price to pay, seeing as how there were Wanted Posters of him.
The man took off his hat and looked at me. “Thank you, Mr. Vale. You’ll be
remembered once they see that gun you’re wearing. Not with kindness, but
certainly remembered.” They got up and rode away, leaving me lying in the
You see, that was Vale. George Vale.
You see, Mark and I were out of town. I left Mark at Mr. Stevens while I
went to the Yearling Sell. Before going back to get Mark, I went through Red
Creek to get a new spring for my rifle. The next morning, Mark slept late
and thought he sure did feel good!
I woke up that morning to find myself lying down in the dirt. I was a little
confused, and had one heck of a headache. I noticed the gun and gun belt in
my hand. I slowly stood up and put my hat on. Then I walked over to the
horse. I wasn’t sure where to go, but managed to ride into the nearest town.
There, I found a doctor and went to see him about my head.
“I won’t say you’re the luckiest man in the world, but you’ve had your share
of luck this morning. “ He was sure that it was just a bullet crease done
with a rifle.
I held my throbbing head as I tried to make sense of things. “Doc, did you
ever see me before?” I asked as I walked over to him. He’d never seen me.
“You mean…” I sighed. “You don’t know my name…” He was surprised to learn I
had no idea who I was. “I woke up with this head about an hour ago. What
happened to me before that…where I came from, or…where I’m going…I just…”
The doctor wasn't surprised. He said that I was shot at close range and my
loss of memory should come back in a few days as the concussion wore off. In
two or three days, I’ll start remembering little things. As he spoke, the
doctor noticed my gun. He took it out of the holster. "Well there shouldn't
be much of a mystery to who you are." He read the name on the gun. He didn’t
like what he saw. "George Vale!" The Doc dropped the gun like it was
contaminated. Well that cleared that up or so I thought. When I wanted to
pay him he refused. I asked him what was wrong with my money. He said not
knowing who I was would enable me to be able to sleep tonight. “Or perhaps
your sleep has been undisturbed in the past. There are men who feast on pain
and misery.” I didn’t understand what he was saying. He walked over and
picked up my hat. "Good day Mr. Vale!"
As I walked out onto the street, a panicked man was telling the Sheriff all
about me. He pointed to me. “the older Vale gets, the more nerve he gets,”
the Sheriff commented. The Sheriff wanted to see Vale at the end of the
rope, but he wasn’t wanted in this territory. I guess that meant I was
I went to the livery to put my horse up.
The man told me my horse looked like one of the Weiden horses. I didn’t know
what he was talking about, but he was more familiar with this horse then I
was, so I gave it a shot. “Maybe my name would mean something to you. George
He suddenly got really nervous. "Well...lots of horses look alike Mr. Vale!
I wasn't questioning it not being your horse!" I asked him if there was any
doubt. "None Mr. Vale...none at all!"
I thought I would go and talk to the Sheriff. Maybe he could shed some light
on this. As I was heading towards the Sheriff's office, I suddenly got a
strange feeling when I walked passed the Gun Shop. I didn’t know what it
meant,…there was just something about it.
The sheriff sure wasn’t too friendly to me! He demanded to know why I was
there. I told him I was wondering that myself, then I explained what I knew.
“Sheriff, I was bushwhacked about 4 miles East of town, where I woke up.
Now, what happened before that…Where I was going or coming from…well, it’s a
complete blank!” The sheriff was sorry I wasn’t killed. “Wait a minute,
Sheriff. I came over here looking for an answer. Who am I? Who is George
Vale?” I then explained to him that when I passed the gun shop, I had a
feeling that gun shop meant something. Except for that one clean thought I
felt like I had just been born.
"Are you trying to tell me Vale, you don't know your a wanted man?"
That surprised me. "A wanted man? What am I wanted for?" I asked him. He
said it would be easier to tell me what I wasn't wanted for. There was
wanted dead or alive posters all over Wyoming on me for murder and robbery.
He said he was just on his way to the telegraph office hoping a wire will
find I was wanted some place in this territory.
I stopped him to ask him one more question. “Did you ever see me before? Can
you say positively that I am George Vale?”
He opened the drawer to his desk and pull out a flyer. "Six foot five...two
hundred pounds...not many men walking around fit that description! And
carrying that murdering gun you're so proud of. You had your name put on the
handle. Now listen to me Vale...I want you out of town by the end of the
day...one...I wouldn't be surprised if some hot heads around here decided to
do the world a favor and string you up...two...I'm liable to forget I'm a
lawman, if I see you walking around this town and come after you
myself!" He then headed over to the telegraph office.
It was almost noon and I wasn’t back at the ranch yet. Mark was getting a
little concerned. “I was thinking maybe I could ride into town and meet him
there,” he stated. Mr. Stevens didn’t see why he couldn’t, but he expected
us back there for supper.
Mark rode into Red Creek and started to go into the gun shop so he could
track me down, but I came around the corner just then. “Pa!” Mark called. He
came up to me. “Pa, I’ve been waiting for you at the ranch. Uh…well, I
decided to ride into Red Creek and see if you-“ Mark stopped. I was looking
at him strangely. “Something wrong?”
Yeah, something was wrong! "Why do you call me Pa, boy?"
"Because you are my-“ He laughed. "Why, you must be foolin' me again."
"No, I'm not foolin'...who are you?" He laughed again.
He noticed the bandage on my head and asked if I was hurt. I asked him his
name. "Are...you...playin' a game?" Asked Mark.
"Is your name Vale?" I asked.
"You know it's not," said Mark. I then asked him what his name was. "Mark
your name is." Mark was suddenly worried, trying to figure out what was
I told him my name was Vale. I even showed him my gun. He couldn’t believe I
didn’t know who he was. Mark knew something had to be very wrong with me to
be acting this way. “No, I don’t know you, son.”
“Something’s wrong. You-Something’s happened to you. You just wait right
here, Pa. I’ll…go get a doctor!”
Mark rushed to the doctor and begged him to come with him, but the doc was
nonchalant about the whole thing and merely stated he was too busy. I
couldn’t have been too hurt if I was walking around, so he needed to wait
until the doctor was through with his patient. Mark had no choice. He sat
down to wait.
As it turns out, I didn’t do what Mark told me to do. I went to the livery
and got my horse. Then I proceeded to work on saddling him. But I was in
really bad shape. Even the saddle proved to be too much for me to left. I
fell to the floor of the stable in pain and weakness.
Suddenly, three men appeared. One of them started yelling. “I wonder what
kind of a man it takes to shoot a 16 year old in the back for a horse!" They
were yelling at me! “George Vale, we’re coming in. You better have a gun in
Two men proceeded inside. Before I knew it they standing over me as I tried
to make sense of all this. “You were told to reach for your gun, mister,”
one of the men declared.
“I don’t see any reason for gun play,” I replied kindly.
“We buried our brother just an hour ago, you murderer and horse thief!” I
asked him to calm down so we could get this all straightened out. The other
man asked if I rode that horse into town. They wanted a story as to how I
came by it, but I didn’t have any.
“So, you’re better at murderin’ than making up stories. Vale, you better get
back up on your feet! Because when I count to three, I’m gonna draw, giving
you a chance you never gave our brother. Now…get up!” I just sat there.
"I'm not drawing!” I told him. “I've got no quarrel with you two that I know
“Yeah, I’ve never seen a back shooter yet that could look a man in the eyes
an’ draw against him. Maybe I can beat some gumption into you!” While one
man held a gun on me, the other went and grabbed a whip. “Now, I’m gonna
give you a taste of the pain that…Joe an’ me had when we buried our brother.
Then I’m gonna turn you over to the Sheriff for a quick trial, and a
hanging.” Then he started whipping me.
Mark was getting tired of waiting on the Doc. He decided to walk outside and
wait. Just then, the men dragged me from the stable and threw me into the
dirt. Mark heard the commotion and turned to see me. “Pa!” he cried. “Pa!”
He rushed over to me. “Stop it!” I was down beside me.
“Vale has a kid?” one of the men asked.
Mark turned on them like a snake. “Don’t you dare touch him again!” Mark
But one of the men announced that their next order of business was a
hanging. “Hanging?” Mark was confused. “But…he’s my Pa!”
Just then, the Sheriff came up to see what all the commotion was about. The
men explained to him that their brother had been shot today at their line
shack and a horse stolen – the one George Vale rode into town. The Sheriff
nodded down at me. “This is one time you overstepped yourself, Vale. You’re
in a town that tries an’ hangs the same day.”
“But he’s not George Vale!” Mark screamed desperately. “He is my Pa!” He
told Mark I must have been raising him under a different name. “He’s not!”
Mark assured them. “We’ve been staying at the Stevens Ranch. Mr. Stevens
will tell you who we are!”
Mark proceeded to explain to the sheriff that Stevens and I knew each other
back in Oklahoma before Mark was even born. The Sheriff sent a man named
Aaron out to the Stevens’ spread to get Stevens. “Alright, son. We’ll leave
you two here at the livery. Your Pa is not going anywhere in the shame he’s
in.” He turned to the two men. “You and Joe keep an eye out here. When Aaron
gets back we’ll have the truth of this.”
Mark helped me up and took me back inside the livery where it was cooler.
The brothers weren’t happy about the Sheriff’s decision. They went to talk
to some of the boys at the saloon to see if they’d back them up. They wanted
to hang me right quick.
Mark laid me face down on a cot then worked on cleaning my cuts I had gotten
from the whip. He called me Pa again. I thanked him for his help, but
wondered what I had to do to convince him I wasn’t his Pa. “As soon as Mr.
Stevens gets here, we’ll know who we are.”
Joe Weiden brought a mob to the Sheriff's office. He told them to wait
outside while he went to talk to the Sheriff. When the Sheriff saw him, he
wondered if Stevens was there – they still had another hour. “We’ve been
wondering,” Weiden started asking. “What if Stevens says that George Vale is
“Well, then he’s somebody else,” the Sheriff answered. Joe figured he could
be lying – maybe Stevens worked with Vale on a couple jobs. “Oh, that’s
nonsense. Stevens is nothing more than a hard-working rancher.”
“Maybe,” Weiden stated. “Maybe not. Him riding Bob’s horse kinda tells the
whole story. The boys and me were kinda wonderin’ just where you stood.”
The sheriff got up and hurried over to Weiden, who told him he was referring
to the boys from the saloon. The Sheriff jabbed a finger at Weiden. “Now,
you listen to me! There’ll be no saloon justice in this town as long as-“
Weiden suddenly pulled his gun on him and ordered him into the cell as he
took the Sheriff’s gun. He told him he was making a mistake. “I’ve seen too
many mistakes on the other side. Killers walking out free because they had
better liars on their side. Now, nobody wants to hurt you, Sheriff, so walk
nice and easy.”
The mob headed to the livery to carry out their quick justice. We heard the
mob coming. Mark wondered what was going on. He jumped up and ran to the
door. “What are they going to do?” I wasn’t sure, but seeing the rope let me
think they wanted to get things over with quick. Mark rushed toward them.
“No! No, you’re making a mistake!” He screamed that I was his Pa, but they
grabbed him and held him tight while they rushed in to grab me.
The men were going crazy as they dragged me outside for the hanging. George
Vale and his partner had just ridden into town. They saw the commotion.
“Appears we got here just in time to see the good citizens of this town
lynch George vale!” Vale declared.
They continued dragging me out onto the street as Mark begged them to let me
go. Just then Stevens rode up. “Well, of course that’s McCain!” he declared.
I was finally able to grab one of the men’s guns. I was able to get out of
their grasp as I held up the gun and backed away from them. Stevens ran
toward me to stop me, but I was mad! “I’ll kill the first man who tries to
stop me from leavin!”
Stevens stood in front of me. Calmly, he tried to reason with me. “It’s all
straightened out, Lucas. Now, you can put down gun.”
“Stand back!” I ordered, looking around.
“It’s Mr. Stevens, Pa!” Mark said. “Everything’s alright.” I stood there
“Lucas, you know me!” Stevens stated. “Now, put that gun down.” He started
toward me and I fired.
Stevens froze. “Put my gun down, huh? Maybe you have changed your minds that
I’m George Vale. Now, you stand back. I’m not gonna waste the next one.”
Mark couldn’t believe what he was saying. He rushed toward me and grabbed
me. “It’s true, Pa. Everyone believes who you are now.”
“You get back, boy. I don’t wanna hurt you. Go on.” I shoved him backwards.
Stevens caught him.
“It’s best to let him ride out, son. He’s been through so much and nothing
makes any sense now,” Stevens said.
But Mark didn’t want me leaving. He begged me not to ride out. I backed up
to a horse to mount up and ride out. Mark suddenly spotted my horse behind
me. It had my rifle in it. “Pa, behind you, there’s your horse and your
rifle. Remember your rifle? You…You…You were coming into town to get it
fixed at the gun shop.”
“Gun shop?” At the sound of that, something started coming back. I had felt
a connection with the gun shop while ago. I started back up toward my horse.
George Vale suddenly rushed me and threw me to the ground, hitting me from
behind. The Weiden brothers realized they had made a mistake with me. They’d
gotten the wrong man. They drew on Vale and his partner and fired many shots.
Vale and his partner, Jeems, were dead.
Mark ran to me as I lay on the ground. Stevens and the Weiden brothers
rushed over to me as well. "I guess we owe your Pa...an apology son," said
"I told you that he was Lucas McCain...a rancher and” Mark suddenly looked
at me and lovingly added, “...my Pa."
My mind was still muddled, but I knew the truth now. "The way you say Pa,
sounds good to me...son. I'm a...rancher?"
Mark nodded. "It's a small place...but we're sure happy there."
"After a while...after being wanted for robbery and murder...small ranch
sounds good to me too...Son." Mark smiled as he and Frank helped me up. He
knew I was on the road to recovery now.
It took awhile for my memory to come back. Mark and I went back home to try
and put our lives back together. I fixed us up a great meal and bragged on
my own cooking. “You sure didn’t forget how to handle a skillet!” Mark
declared. “You’re rememberin’ more things now, Pa?” I told him they were
coming back – but some were a little hazy.
You know my boy and dishes? Well, my words suddenly gave Mark an idea. "How
"Dishes?" I asked.
"We use to have an arrangement where one night you'd wash 'em and the next
night I would," said Mark.
"Ohhhhh...yes...I remember that arrangement." And I also had a pretty good
idea of where this was going.
"Well tonight's your night to wash 'em Pa!"
cleared the lie out of his throat and couldn’t even look me in the eye!
"Mark ya' know...an important thing like who's turn it is to do the dishes
is something a man doesn't forget. And one of the first things I remembered
was that...tonight is your turn...to do the dishes."
He looked at me and with a sigh. "I guess your memory is coming back." Mark
picked up some dishes and headed for the sink. He suddenly felt guilty and
turned back toward me. "Pa...I really wouldn't have really taken advantage
"I know you wouldn't Son. Look, I'll do the dishes tonight. This is one time
I'll find pleasure in doing the chores. You sit down."
"Alright.” With a great big grin on his face, Mark sat down in my chair. He
sure was feeling awful proud of himself! He somehow managed to con me into
doing the dishes once again!
I reckon that meant all was well in the McCain household…for now!
Greene played George Vale. He was the one who took Razor and left his
gun with his name on it for Lucas.
Paul Wexler appeared in four episodes
― The Pitchman as Cleek Watson,
he was one of the brothers looking to kill Swifty for selling his Pa bad
medicine ― Sheer Terror as
Harris the buffalo hunter ― The Queue
as Les Foster, Vince's drinkin' buddy ―
Outlaw's Shoes as
Joe Weiden, he brought a mob to the Sheriff's office.
Tom Gilson played Frank Weiden. He was the
brother who yelled to Lucas that he better have a gun when he entered the
Roy Barcroft played Mr. Stevens. He was
Lucas's friend from Oklahoma.
William Woodson played the
Sheriff of Red Creek.
appeared in eight episodes ―
End of a Young Gun
as an outlaw, he rode with Hank Fulton ― The Safe Guard as Walkerman,
one of the guys who help rob the bank ―
The Challenge as a cowhand in the saloon ― The Woman
as Jed Healy, the one who shot
his Pa ― The Journey Back as Arnie Grady as one of the brothers that Will Temple threw off his ranch ―
Outlaw's Shoes as Jeems, he was George Vale's partner and the one who shot Lucas and
grazed him in the head ―
Lou Mallory as Bo Jackman ― Death Never Rides Alone as Mark Jones. Gee.....does this set any records?
Stanley Adams played Dr. Jay Carter.
Jim Galante played the handyman.
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.
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
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
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
Tom Kennedy ― Death Never
Rides Alone as one of the townsmen at the saloon ―
The Assailants as one of the townsmen ― Gun Shy
as a the townsman/man getting off of the stage ― The Decision as one
of the townsmen ―
Executioner as the man reading the newspaper ―
Day of Reckoning
as a churchgoer - Guilty Conscience as one of the townsmen ―
Which Way'd They Go? as a barfly -
Outlaw's Shoes as one of the townsmen ― The Challenge
as one of the townsmen ―
Blind as one of the townsmen ― A Young Man's Fancy as one of
the townsmen - End of the Hunt as one of the townsmen.
You can see Tom in
Rifleman many times, probably more times then listed. He
always went unaccredited, but not here at the ranch.
Tom Smith - How many times has Tom Smith
been on The Rifleman? Is it 7 or 9? He was in The
Queue as a customer in the dining room Outlaw's Shoes
as a cowboy in town ― The Clarence Bibs Story as a cowboy
in town ― Millie's Brother as a card player ― The Long
Goodbye as a cowboy in town ― Suspicion as a cowboy in
town and he was in Squeeze Play which later they used stock
footage from Squeeze Play for Conflict and End
of the Hunt.
Bill Borzage appeared in three
episodes as one of the townsmen ― The
Earl Spainard was in ten episodes ―
Day of the Hunter
as one of the townsmen ― Silent
Knife as a barfly ― The Assault as one of the
townsmen ― A
Friend in Need as Harry the Bartender ― Two Ounces of Tin
as one of the townsmen ― Outlaw Shoes as one of the
townsmen ― Guilty
Conscience as one of the townsmen, you can also see Earl in the
bar in Stud City ― Short Rope for a Tall Man as one of the townsmen
― The Spoiler as one of the townsmen ―
None So Blind
as one of the townsman.
Jimmy Noel appeared
in four episodes ―
The Assailants ―
Outlaw's Shoes as one of the townsmen ―
Short Rope for a Tall Man
as one of the Crown Henchmen ― The Apprentice Sheriff as a Barfly.
appeared in four episodes of The Rifleman as a Townsman ―
Quiet Night, Deadly Night ― Outlaw's Shoes ― The Actress
― Strange Town
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