"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
There are just some people you meet that you can’t understand. This
was one of them. I met him while he was crossing our land one day.
You see, Mark and I were out riding the range side-by-side, as we
often did when we suddenly
saw a man – a stranger – moving some planks from a waterhole I had
covered. Any person should know that there’s a reason that hole was
covered. As Mark and I stopped and I watched him, I couldn’t help
but to say aloud, “What’s that fool doing?” Then we raced forward.
But the man stuck his hand in the water attempting to get a drink of
it. I had to do something fast so I fired a shot in the air.
My shot had the desired effect. The man jumped up away from the
waterhole and his horse raced off.
When we finally got up there, the man started yelling at me. "Are
you out of your mind spooking my horse and spoiling the first drink
of cool water I've seen in miles?"
It was time that I told the man why I did it. “I’m sorry about your
horse, mister; but you can thank me for spoiling your drink,” I
stated clearly. “That water’s poison.”
That spooked him a little as he figured out how close he had come to
drinking that water. "If this water is poison, why isn't there a
sign saying so?" He asked, still a bit upset that I had gone to such
“Well, since this is my property and nobody’s supposed to be on it
but my cattle who can’t read, I covered it with those planks you
took away,” I answered him.
“Oh,” the man knew he wasn’t going to win this battle no matter how
much he tired. “What about my horse?”
I shifted a bit in my saddle and turned to Mark. “Mark, go get this
man’s horse.” Then I turned back around. I wasn’t done with this man
yet. “You better not do that again, Mister. Next time there might
not be anybody around,” I warned him.
As soon as Mark left, he lit into me again. "Look there, your gun
shot scared me so, I tore my trousers.” I tell you something, this
man was indeed a piece of work!
“I saved you life,” I stated as I slid my rifle back into its boot.
“But if an apology’s in order, you got it.” I reckon some people
just didn’t want his life saved by those whose land he trespassed
Then he asked me if I lived around here. I had just told him he was
on my property, but I went along with him and told him I lived over
the hill. “Friend, I could use the lend of a needle and thread and a
hot meal, all to be paid for, of course." I told him I wasn't
running a general store but I guess I could manage a needle and
thread. "You are a diamond of the first water. I'm Speed Sullivan, a
friend of the ill, the infirmed and the endangered."
I almost hated to ask this question. “What category am I in?” I
“Mortal danger,” he answered. "When the huge mallet of Thor strikes
the mighty heavenly anvil, your life may well be forfeited."
“What are you talking about?” Again, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
I asked him what he was talking about. “All in good time, friend,”
he answered as he slid his jacket back on. “All in good time.”
I told him he had a lot more time then I did. “Here comes my son
with your horse. We better get going,” I stated.
“We have to wait a bit,” he announced. He told me his son was coming
with their wagon.
I couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing, but I was beginning to
understand him a bit better. He was a salesman, or a con man! I
could just tell this was going to be a very interesting evening! His
son, dressed in a suit much like his, asked if he’d found any water.
“It ain’t fit to drink, son.” I waved to them and told them we
needed to get started.
Well, I didn’t know it at the time, but Speed was having a talk with
his son, Swifty that would later affect us – actually, it would
affect all four of us. “Boy, in our profession, you gotta keep one
eye on the horizon. And once in a while, it’s a good idea to look
behind,” Speed gave his son some fatherly advice. He’d been
watching. “Good, I’d hate to have that old man die on us! First on
general principles, and second, I understand he’s got a couple
pretty mean sons.”
Those mean sons were following behind them at a distance. They found
his tracks and figured he’d passed by there less than two hours ago.
“And that wagon along leaves a trail like a garter snake at a sewing
bee,” one of the brothers stated. “Well, I wanta see him stretching
work before sundown!”
“After what he’d done to our ol’ daddy, hangin’ is a shade and a
half to good for him,” the other brother stated.
Well, I was the gracious host and gave them supper. Afterwards, Mark
and Swifty worked together on washing the dishes while Speed was
working on setting up a display to try and sell me something. Swifty
resented having to help. When Mark told him he wasn't getting the
dishes clean, he got arrogant with Mark and told him to wash them
“Why you, I-“ he started. But I had taught him to always be polite,
and he knew that if he wasn’t, bit trouble would occur between me
and him. So he stopped himself. “Well, since you’re the guest, I
But Mark slammed the dishtowel in his hand. “You just keep doing as
I tell you and we won’t have any trouble!” Swifty stated. Mark
rolled his eyes at him, but kept washing. “I suppose you know how to
sew too,” Swifty teased.
Mark was still not giving into his teasing. He answered the question
honestly. “Well, enough to stretch a shirt an extra six months!”
Mark answered him proudly.
Then Swifty went just a little too far. “Someday you’ll make
somebody a fine wife.” He teased Mark sarcastically.
Mark took a deep, impatient breath and turned to Swifty. "Listen,
I'm trying to be friendly to you, but you just won't let me. Now if
my Pa hadn't invited you here - well I'd just punch you right in the
Swifty just laughed. He was bigger and older than Mark. “Suit
yourself, boy,” he answered. He was a little too big for his
britches. He threw the dishtowel down. He was all finished with the
dishwashing nonsense. “I’ve got some things to get out of the wagon.
If you wanta tangle, come on down to the barn when you’re through,”
he challenged Mark.
“I’ll be there!” Mark answered, throwing the challenge right back at
Speed was ready to show me his lightening rod demonstration. He had
a sample house and a small lightening rod like the original ones.
"Bet you've never see a demonstration like this before?" Speed
"No I haven't." I was a bit leery of him, but I was also curious. He
started turning a wheel as he held a rod in his hand. “Now, we turn
this wheel and the spark will jump from the end of this rod.” I saw
it happen. “Now, this is your house,” he pointed at the little
house. “The wheel is your storm cloud and this-“ He held up the
small rod. “-is a lightening rod. He stuck it on top of the house.
“And once again we turn the wheel and the storm is slowly
approaching the house. It’s approaching and the lightning strikes
the house – and it strikes it again!” He demonstrated the lightning
striking. “But it is harmlessly carried away.”
I could tell he was full of it, but I continued to watch him. “But,
watch this!” He took the rod off the house. “We now have a house
with no lightning rod and just to expedite the demonstration, we
will place a little kerosene on here.” I watched him do that with
raised eyebrows. “And we have our storm approaching again. It’s
approaching and approaching and lightning strikes the house and look
at that flame sir! Did you see that?” He suddenly threw a cloth over
it, putting the fire out. “You now have your home confined to the
flames. Sir, only a month ago I saw a home that had been struck by
lightening. There was one casualty, a lad, about the same age as
Up to this point, Mark had been watching with interest, but he
quickly turned away and hurriedly finished up the dishes.
“If I'd only been there a week earlier or even a day.....you cannot
afford to deny your son this protection." He finished.
I wasn’t falling for it. "Well I don't often douse my house with
kerosene during a lightening storm."
“That was merely a demonstration devise," he stated.
"Why did the little house burn?" I asked.
"That was merely a demonstration devise, the little house is made
out of asbestos, it was the kerosene that burned," he answered, a
bit annoyed with my questioning him.
"It seems to me I'd be better off putting asbestos on then your
"Sir, your levity pains me," Speed stated.
Mark suddenly tried to sneak past us, but I saw him. “Uh, dishes
finished son?” I asked.
“Yep,” Mark stated
I could tell he was up to something. “Where you off to?” I asked.
“Well, I’ve gotta finish a job in the barn,” he answered. I think he
was telling the truth, but it was his not telling me what the job
was that made me look at him suspiciously as he walked out. There
was more to his story and I knew it!
“Splendid lad,” Speed stated. I just looked at him. Boy, he would
say anything to make a sell! "Only thirty-five dollars can protect
the life of that fine young lad.” He held the miniature rod up for
me to see. I took the rod and looked at it, still leery. Then I gave
him a doubtful look as he smiled at me hopefully.
Mark hurried out to the barn as fast as he could. As he entered, he
was already rolling up his sleeves ready to fight Swifty, but he
immediately went into his sales pitch mode and said, “Let’s deal.”
“I came down here to whip you,” Mark reminded him angrily. Swifty
acted all innocent and asked what for. “You take back what you
said!” Mark warned him.
“If I said anything to get you mad, consider it taken back!” Swifty
talked smoothly. Then he told Mark to step over to the table where
he had all kinds of things to trade. He showed Mark a genuine
Swedish hunting knife.
Mark was suddenly curious. He started over for the table. “Well, as
long as you’ve apologized, let me take a look.”
But Swifty wouldn’t let Mark touch anything until he showed him what
he had to trade. Mark looked outside to make sure no one was coming
then pulled out a pouch from inside his shirt. Swifty poured
everything out and looked. He started to tell Mark that all he had
was old arrowheads when something suddenly picked it up. He examined
it closely. He thought it was a genuine gold nugget, but didn’t let
on to Mark about it. “Oh say, those look like real genuine Indian
arrow heads! Where’d you find ‘em?”
“Oh, up the canyon a ways,” Mark answered.
“Do you know exactly where?”
“Sure,” Mark answered. “Why?”
Swifty was really interested in that nugget! He brushed it off,
pretending not to be that impressed and said the arrow heads had
caught his fancy. He suddenly tried to trade Mark all he had for a
. “Ah, that’s nothing but a rusty ol’ lizard!” Mark declared. Then
Mark looked at all Swifty had to offer. “But uh…how bout this vest,
the knife and the belt?”
“Are you loco?” Swifty answered.
Mark started picking up his stuff. “I didn’t want to trade anyhow,”
But Swifty wasn’t going to give up that easily and Mark knew it.
“Wait a minute, sonny. If we trade, will you tell me where you got
“Well, uh…” Mark thought on that, because he knew there was a really
big reason why Swifty wanted to know. Suddenly, he got himself a
really good idea. “If you promise to do all my chores and cleaning
up while I’m staying around here.”
“I think we understand each other well enough to keep on talking,”
Swifty answered with a laugh. He really thought he was getting the
better deal. But boy, was he in for a surprise!
Meanwhile, I decided to give in and buy one of Speed’s lightning
rods. He was a cong man, I knew that. But I liked him in spite of
all his faults. He told me to give him $35.00 and his men would be
around to install it in a couple weeks. “I’ll give you two dollars
now and the rest on installation,” I answered.
“Two doll-Why, I’d be cut to the quick if I though you didn’t trust
me,” Speed tried.
But my mind was made up. “Oh, it’s not a matter of trust, it’s a way
of doing business,” I stated. But he kept on complaining. I held up
the two coins, letting him know that was all he was going to get. He
finally took them in agreement that I’d pay the rest when I got my
He wasn’t done yet. “Now, about yourself personally, Lucas. Do you
ever have a ringing sensation in the ears, a heavy feeling, aches
and pains when the clouds hang black over the hills?”
I sighed. I could not believe this man! “No, I usually feel pretty
good,” I answered. “Unless of course I’m thrown by a horse or shot
or snakebit,” I answered. He said that was the first symptom – a
false sense of well-being.
He suddenly tried to sell me some of Sullivan’s Universal Panacea.
“I would hate to upset my false sense of well-being,” I told him.
“An ounce of prevention at only $18.00 a case. It’s got an alcoholic
content,” he tried.
“Whisky sells for $12.00 a case,” I shot back.
But then he started on some bull about having numerous letters that
he could show me proclaiming it was all he said it was. “Oh, well
I’d like to see those letters,” I stated.
“You would,” Speed said. “You would?” he suddenly asked.
But he was saved by the boys as they came back in from outside. We
both stared at our sons. “What is he doing wearing all your gear?”
Speed asked his son.
Mark smiled. “We’ve been trading,” he answered proudly.
I decided to give Mark a gently reminder about slopping the hogs. He
told me he hadn’t done it yet. “Coming, Swifty?” Mark suddenly
Swifty gave Mark a strange look at first, but then suddenly agreed.
I found the whole thing a bit suspicious and knew I would ask Mark
about what went on in the barn later. We watched the two boys leave
for the barn.
“I’ve never seen a boy so eager to learn about everything,” Swifty
commented. But the look on my face told me everything I needed to
know – his son was acting strange, and Speed had some questions of
his own to ask. As I watched him, he suddenly got that conman’s
glint in his eye and he sat down to try to “sell” me on something
else. He commented, ever so pleasantly, mind you, on those
mattresses that Mark and I had to sleep on. “You know how long it’s
been since I hit a bet like that? Six weeks.”
Boy, did he sound pitiful! “That long?” I said this in mock
disbelief, but he was too busy trying to con me to realize it.
“Yeah, I guess it’s for the best though. You shouldn’t get used to
it, not even for one night. Nah, Swifty and I, we’re used to the
wagon. It’s hard but it makes you hard.” He let out a gigantic sigh
as if all the weight of the world was on those shoulders of his.
Now mind you, I didn’t fall for his trick. The fact is I’m a
hospitable man. Without hesitation, I said, “I tell you what, Mr.
Sullivan. If you and Swifty would like to have a bed to remember,
why don’t you use ours tonight?” As if that’s not what he was
waiting to hear!
“Now I truly feel like a guest,” he answered sincerely. “I have
heard of western hospitality, but you are an oil painting of it,
sir.” He was laying it on a little thick! But then he suddenly acted
all concerned about Mark and me. I assured him that we could sit up
a couple cots in here. “You are a diamond in the rough, sir!” Swifty
went outside before he turned in.
He ran into the boys when he went outside, and after Mark came
inside he turned to Swifty and grabbed him by the shirt. In an irate
voice, he asked, “What’s the big idea letting that boy take all your
gear? Didn’t I teach you better then that?”
But Swifty gave his father a coy smile and stated, “Only one
Speed suddenly eyed his son. “Swifty, you got something?”
Swifty held the gold nugget out to his father and Speed let out a
loud whistle as he looked at it. “Does the kid know he struck gold?”
Swifty stated that Mark didn’t have a clue.
Speed and Swifty got to talkin' and Swifty showed his Dad the fools
gold. He asked if Mark was aware of the gold. He told his Pa that he
left Mark under the impression he was interested in the arrow heads.
They thought they had one over on us and that they would be rich. He
assured Speed that Mark was planning on showing him tomorrow where
he found it. “Man oh man,” Speed commented as he stared at the
nugget. He could hardly believe their luck. “Man oh man! Oh, your
mother would’ve been proud of you, Swifty!” They didn’t think me or
Mark knew anything about it.
Swifty assured Speed he could handle Mark. “Yeah,” Swifty stated as
he continued to look at the nugget. “And I can handle and I can
handle a clod buster like Lucas McCain!”
I didn’t know it, but the Watson brothers were camping on my
property for the night. They knew it was my property, but that
didn’t scare them off – they figured that they could take care of me
if I got in the way of their plans.
While Mark and I were getting our cots ready, Speed decided to start
in on me again. He started asking me about oil. I told him I knew
enough about it to keep my wheel from squeaking. Then he really went
wild. He tried to tell me that he thought there might me a little
oil on my land. Mark and I looked at each other, and then I stood up
to my full height and put my hands on my hips. I just stared at him
as he spoke, not wanting to believing what I was hearing now. This
man was just too much!
“Now it probably won’t come to a thing, but if you would like to
sell me your mineral rights for a nominal sum, I’d chance it.”
I continued to stare at him. “How nominal?” I asked.
“I’m not a wealthy man,” he pointed out.
“Well, neither am I, but if the mineral rights are worth something
to you, they’re worth something to me,” I stated.
He quoted me a hundred dollars. I gave him a big, challenging smile.
“Well, for a hundred dollars I don’t need a partner.” He tried to
assure me that he wouldn’t bother me any. I crossed my arms as I
continued to tower over him. “Just what do you get for your hundred
“Ten square feet,” he answered.
“Ten square feet,” I mumbled. I was trying to figure out what he was
up to. This is something I was going to have to figure out, and the
first place I was going to start was with my young son. “I’ll have
to sleep on it.”
“Can you give me your answer now?” He was impatient!
“There answer now is no!”
“Why don’t you sleep on it?” I laughed. He sure did think I had
something – and he was trying to con me!
Mark took our sleeping on the cots as an adventure. It was time for
me to find out what was going on around here. “Mark, you got a lot
of good stuff from Swifty today,” I commented casually. “What’d you
trade him?” When Mark told me, I suddenly turned to him. “From that
gold mine of yours?”
Mark was confused. He didn’t know what was going on, but I sure did
now. I laid down on my pillow as I started forming a plan in my
head. “Well Mark, tomorrow morning, Mister Speed Sullivan is gonna
buy himself some mineral rights and a lesson.” I laughed to myself.
This was going to be fun!
Now that I was aware of everything that had gone on behind my back
last night I felt better. I asked Mark to clear the table and was no
longer surprised when Swifty insisted on doing the dishes for Mark.
“That is an exceptional boy!” I commented. “You know, often I gotta
ask Mark several times.” That wasn’t far from the truth either! I
decided to get right down to business.
I was curious to find out which ten square feet of my property Speed
was interested in buying. He said he wasn’t sure yet, which didn’t
describe me a bit since he had no idea where that “gold” had come
from! “Well now, you might want the part my house is on or my well.
If you don’t say, the price goes up to $500.00.”
By the look on his face, I’d say my words hurt him just a bit. “500?
Well, that’s highway robbery!” Speed declared. But I remained firm.
"Look, suppose I guarantee not to harm any existing structures.
Would you sell me the mineral rights to your entire holdings and
guarantee me a ten foot of entry at the place of my choosing?" Asked
Speed. I asked him if he had five hundred dollars. He said that was
all the money he had in they world. I told him to take it or leave
it. He got his money out and we started looking over the contract he
had written out the night before.
I looked the contract over and made a few changes to it to name the
terms we had agreed on: I changed the 100 to a 500 and added the
phrase, “Existing structures remain the same.”
He wanted to look around the property and asked me if Mark could
ride with him. I told him Mark was more familiar with this property
then me since he loved to explore and had the time to do it. I
remained serious through the entire ordeal, but was happy that he
was playing right into my hand!
If I had known what was about to happen on my land, I would have
never let my son leave the house! The Watson brothers were riding
across the range when they suddenly spotted them. Marsh knew it was
Speed and his kid even though they weren’t in their wagon. “There
ain’t another man who rides a horse like that in the territory!” he
declared with a laugh.
As soon as Speed spotted them, he ordered Mark to get out of here.
They raced off across the range, but the Watson’s were a little
faster and caught up with them. They pulled them off the horses and
held on tight to them.
Mark tried to fight Marsh but Marsh immediately started tying him
up. Cleek and Speed argued over the effects his medicine had on
their father. They looked at Mark, thinking he was Swifty. They
decided he was just as guilty since he’s the one who delivered it.
Mark was shocked that they thought he was Swifty. "This ain't my Pa.
I'm Mark McCain and you better let me alone before my Pa hears about
this,” he warned them.
But they wouldn’t believe him. Marsh started tying Mark up to a
fallen tree. Then the two men worked at tying Speed up to a tree.
“Gentlemen, when I heard about the unfortunate illness of your dear
old pappy, I said if that precious liquid could harm the hair on one
of the Lord’s creatures, it can’t be good.” Cleek just stood there
listening as he nodded his head, obviously not believing him. “Pour
it out! Gentlemen, Sullivan’s panacea no longer exists!”
Marsh pulled out a bottle from his coat pocket. “With that possible
exception. What are you gonna do with us?”
“What size collar you wear?” Marsh asked. He told them then asked
why. “Cleek, scout around and see if we happened to bring a size
Cleek started to go, but Speed sopped him. “Wait a minute! What’s
gonna happen to my boy?”
Mark was appalled at being thought of his boy. “I’m not his boy!” he
declared. “And you’d better leave me alone!” Speed finally admitted
that Mark wasn’t his boy.
“What are you gonna do with the boy, Marsh?” Cleek asked.
Marsh looked at the bottle still in his hand. “I’m gonna drink some
of this here Panacea and study on it!” he answered.
I was getting worried. It was already past noon and they weren’t
back yet. I was worried they had hit trouble. “Nothing my Pa can’t
handle,” Swifty stated.
That was funny! “Your father doesn’t wear a gun,” I reminded him.
“My Pop’s the fastest mouth in the West! He can’t talk his way out
of anything he gets into.” Swifty acted like he really believes
“Can he talk a horse into stepping into a gopher hole or a
rattlesnake out of biting him?” I had this feeling…”Tell me
something, Swifty. Somebody after the two of you?” From the way he
avoided answering, I’d say that was a yes. I ordered him to tell me.
“Maybe its two men,” he finally admitted. “I think their name is
That news worried me even more. “The Watson brothers from Elmwood
City?” I suddenly asked. Swifty nodded. “And I was worried about
rattlesnakes and gopher holes,” I stated as I hurried to my horse.
It was them all right! I saw them from a distance. One of the
brothers was throwing a rope over a tree branch, getting a noose
ready to hang Speed. I tied my horse to a tree and started to sneak
up on them.
They led Speed over to the noose. He was still trying to talk his
way out of this. He even offered to give them a gold mine he had.
The brothers just laughed at him. “A gold mine, aye?” Cleek stated.
“It would be a shame to let the old man get that sick for nothing,”
“If he does die, he’d sure be proud to know his boys was took good
care of!” Cleek commented with a smile.
They wanted proof about the mine. They looked at the contract I had
signed, but they had no way of knowing if it was the right kind of
minerals. He told them to look in his shirt pocket. Cleek pulled out
the gold nugget. They both stared at it then burst out laughing as
Cleek threw it down on the ground. “Cat gold!”
But then I was there. “Alirght, hold it!” I ordered as I held my
rifle on them. They walked away from Speed and stood beside each
other, but a ways apart. “Cut him loose,” I ordered.
"You'd be a fool to jump two men standing this far apart. You'd
never swing that rifle in time to get both of us, at least one of us
would get you," Marsh warned me.
But I wasn’t scared. "You just take one more step apart and we'll
find out," I challenged them.
“Get yourself a gun belt and a sporting gun!” Cleek laughed at me.
“I don’t use a gun for sport. Now somebody better start moving real
slow and cut him loose!”
Suddenly, Marsh went for his gun. I fired my rifle at him – two
quick shots. He fell to the ground. “You boys should’ve stayed in
the county with your cousin sheriff! Now help him up and get off my
property! I see you around here again, they’ll be nobody left to
cart you off!”
They started to slowly walk away, but they weren’t fast enough.
“Move!” I shouted as I fired another shot in the air. That got them
to moving right on out of there!
Even though Speed was in the noose I still went to free my son
first. After untying him and making sure he was alright I went to
rescue Speed again. It seemed that this was beginning to be a bad
habit – me saving his life like this. He told me I got there just in
time. “Better late then never, Mr. Sullivan,” I declared as I untied
The minute he was untied he picked up the nugget. "Why did they
throw this nugget away, it's worth sixty or seventy dollars pure
"Iron pyrite, fools gold. It's good for a flint for starting a fire,
but that's about all. My property's…full of it." I stated as I
handed him the nugget and quickly walked away.
Now, I must admit that I wasn’t sad to see those two go! Maybe now
things could get back to normal around here!
"You know, I've taken a few in my time and I've been taken by a few.
But you two are without pier," Speedy complained.
"I'll tell you Speedy, a good salesman is the easiest man in the
world to sell something to.”
What could he say? “You got all my money now! I wanta wish you all
the luck in the world!” I wasn’t quite done with him yet. I still
had one last trick up my sleeve. I asked him what he was going to
do. “Oh I don’t know. I guess I’ll roll across these prairies until
I wear down like tumbleweed. You know, it took me six years to save
that $500.00. I was gonna use it for my son’s education. Now all I
got to pass along to him is a sales pitch, a formula for Sullivan’s
panacea and a pile of lightning rods that never gets delivered.” I
couldn’t believe he was at it again!
He started to leave but I stopped him. "Speed, I don't really want a
partner in my land. Tell you what. Would you like to sell me back
those mineral rights?"
He suddenly had a hopeful look in his eyes. "You mean it?"
"For two hundred and fifty dollars," I said.
"Oh now wait a minute, I
paid you five hundred dollars for those…those rights are worth at
"Course if you don't want 'em. You know you didn't come into this
with clean hands. You were trying to cheat me out of a gold mine."
“Well, I…I guess when you’ve plucked as many pigeons as I have, you
shouldn’t complain when you loose a few feathers yourself, huh?” He
smiled in agreement, knowing he had learned a lesson.
We traded the money for the contract and he immediately counted the
money. "Now wait a minute," he started. “There’s more then
two-hundred-“ He stopped as he realized what I had done.
“There’s four hundred and ninety-eight dollars. I didn't want to
keep your money. I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”
"Where is the other two dollars?”
"That two dollars is a refund. I'm canceling out that lightening rod
that doesn't get delivered." We laughed as we shook hands and said
As they rode away, Mark and I looked at each other and smiled. They
were finally gone! We looked at the contract, then I happily tore it
to shreds as Mark and I laughed about the whole situation!
Sweeney appeared in two episodes as Speed Sullivan ―
The Pitchman ―
Bob Sweeney (Speed) and Danny Richards Jr.(Swifty) play
father & son in both episodes.
Danny Richards Jr. appeared in
two episodes as Swifty Sullivan ―
The Pitchman and
Danny Richards Jr. (Swifty) and Bob Sweeney (Speed) play
father & son in both episodes.
John Milford appeared
in eleven episodes ― (Hmmmmm.....does this set any record or maybe
there's a tie or maybe someone did more then John? Who could the
other Cowboy be?) ― The Blowout as Ross Porter,
one of the Porter brothers who was after Al Walker ―
The Coward as Dub, he was the one
who was reading from George's Journal and making fun ―
The Horse Traders as Jonah
Winters, he was the dude with the knife ―
A Time for Singing as
Bro Hadley, he dude who was a bit slow ―
Midnight as Morgan ― The
Pitchman as Marsh Watson, he was the one who tied Mark
up ― Baranca as Hadley, he
was the one who killed Sanchez ―
Dark Day at North Fork
as Jack Solby, he tried to kill Lucas when he was blind ―
The Clarence Bibs Story
as Reade, he was one of the cowboys edging Clarence on to kill
Tanner ― The Journey Back as Jess Grady, as one of
the squatters, he was the one who held the rifle on Will Temple ― The
Assailants as Lt. Price, the soldier in charge.
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 ―
as Les Foster, Vince's drinkin' buddy ―
Outlaw's Shoes as
Joe Weiden, he brought a mob to the Sheriff's office.
Bloopers - The Pitchman
You've heard Lucas' story, now hear Mark's