"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
It was a regular day on the McCain Ranch. Mark and I were hard at work
out on the ranch. This time, we were cutting wood out on the North
Ridge. I had sent Mark to look for more firewood while I sawed some
bigger pieces down. It sure was a hot day and I was getting mighty
thirsty! But when I went to take a drink from the canteen, I realized it
was empty. That boy! He’d forgotten to fill the canteen! I went back to
sawing wood while I waited for my boy to get back so I could give him an
I didn’t have to wait long. I had just started to saw again when I heard
Mark rapidly approaching on Blue Boy. He announced that he couldn’t find
any wood out on the south ridge, but there was a ton of good wood down
by Saw Lake. “We still have our morning’s work left here. We’re move
over this afternoon,” I said. Then I looked toward the canteen. “Would
you like a drink of water?”
He thanked me then made his way toward the canteen. I watched closely
with a stern look on my face. Mark walked toward the canteen and
suddenly realized the problem. He stopped. I was right in his face. “I’m
sorry, Pa. I forgot to fill it up.”
“Well, get to it, huh?” I ordered.
When Mark got to the ranch he found the door to the house standing open.
He paused and cautiously poked his head in. Seeing nothing, he slowly
proceeded to enter the house.
"Just hold it there!” Mark froze when he heard the voice. “Drop the
canteen!" Mark did as he was told. "Hands up...easy!" The voice
demanded. Mark raised his hands in the air. "You Lucas McCain's kid?"
Mark nodded. "Where's your Pa?"
Mark started to answer. "Ahh...He's..."
"Don't cross me kid! I said where's your Pa?"
"He's...he's...in town at the hotel," Mark answered. “Who are you?” Mark
dropped his hands and turned.
Mark was surprised to see a boy his age standing there. The boy had a
load of trail dust on him and was holding a six shooter. “You’ll find
out soon enough!”
“What do you want my Pa for?" Mark stammered. He was still in shock at
the sight he was looking at.
“For murder,” the boy answered simply. Mark stared in surprise as the
boy holstered his gun, turned around, and walked out of the house. He
headed to North Fork. It never occurred to him that Mark had lied to
Mark hurried back to tell me what happened. “Pa, there’s someone at the
house who pulled a gun on me!” He shouted as he jumped off his horse.
“Pulled a gun on you?” I was a bit shocked at the news.
“He’s no older than I am! He’s just a boy!” Mark declared in a worried
voice. “He wants you for murder.” I couldn’t imagine a boy Mark’s age
wanting me for murder! He told me he’d sent the boy to the hotel. “Pa,
he’s packing his own gun. What’s it all about?”
I was clueless, and worried. “I wish I knew, Mark. I wish I knew.”
The stranger headed into North Fork and straight for the hotel. Lou got
a smirk on her face when she saw this boy walk into the hotel. She
couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. He told Lou he was looking
for me. Lou told him that she was sure I wasn't coming to town today. He
told her it was important that he find me. She told him he looked like
he needed a rest and a meal. She also told him he needed a bath.
"Lady...I've got a thousand miles of honest sweat and dirt. It don't
smell bad to me!" As he started to walk away Lou asked him if he'd like
a room. He started to go through his pocket for some money, but he knew
he didn’t have any.
Lou knew it too. "If you don't have the money now, I'll trust ya' for
"I never let a debt go without paying it off, you'll get your money,"
said the stranger as he signed the guestbook.
"A thousand miles...Oklahoma Territory?" Lou asked. “You know, I have a
sister with a boy very much like you. Good looking…liked to roam. Guess
I was closer to him then his own parents. Maybe because I was such a
footloose wonderer myself. You know, one day he up and left and we never
heard from him again.” He just looked at her. “I’ll be willing to bet
you haven’t written to your folks since you left the territory, have
“My folks are dead!”
He threw down the pen. Lou apologized and wondered
if they’d died from illness. “My Ma died sick, but my Pa wasn’t sick a
day.” Lou wondered if he was killed. He didn’t answer her question, but
changed the subject and asked about the food.
"First the bath...then the grub," Lou answered.
"Look lady...I don't like to be treated like a kid. You treat me like a
grown up and we'll get along just fine."
Lou just kept smirking at him as she turned and got something off the
counter. "Here's a towel and some soap. Don't forget to wash behind your
ears. And if you don't have another shirt, wash that one and hang it on
the rack.” She then handed him the key. "Room 3...the only one without a
When I got to town I went to the hotel. Lou was behind the desk. I asked
her if someone had been looking for me. She told me there was a boy who
came from the Oklahoma Territory looking for me. She showed me the guest
register. Gridley Maule Jr. She asked me what it was that he wanted to
see me about. "Seems he wants to kill me," I said. Lou was surprised
when I said that. I kept trying to remember the name. Maule...Maule...I
did remember shooting a bank robber by that name years ago in Oklahoma
Territory. I asked Lou what the boy was like. She said that's just what
he was...a boy who acted twice his age and pretended to be mean and
tuff. Just as I started for the stairs, the boy was coming down the
stairs. I looked toward Lou, who nodded that it was Maul.
I waited until he was heading out the door. Leaning against the
banister, I said, “Gridley Maule Jr.?" He froze in his steps. Then he
turned and looked at me. "You pulled a gun on my son. I don't like that
"Well now...you must be Lucas McCain! I've come to even up the score for
my Pa!," said Maule. “So let’s get outside and get it over with!”
“You’ve got a big advantage of being, young, son. Don’t press it,” I
“I ain’t pressing it, mister, and don’t you consider it neither! You
“You’re just a little itchy, aren’t you?”
He walked up to me. “Don’t stall me! I’ve come a long way for this.”
"Look boy...there's something you ought to know about your father..." I
started, but he didn’t want to hear it.
"I know enough about my father!" he declared.
I told him he was going to listen anyway. “I didn’t come this far to
talk!” Then without warning, he slapped me across the face.
“You don’t leave a man much choice, do you son?”
“After you,” he answered. I turned and looked at Lou, then I walked
outside. Grid walked out onto the street while I tried to decide what I
was going to do about this. I’d never found myself in this situation
before. I slowly slid my rifle out of the boot and turned to look at
him. I had to do something – because I knew I’d be a dead man in a
shootout – there was no way I was going to shoot him! I walked back
toward the porch of the hotel and looked down at my rifle. Then I looked
toward him. “Now, don’t you want to know WHY I shot your father?”
I don’t want to know nothing from you, McCain! Just make your move!”
I got an idea. I started searching my shirt for some matches, but
realized I didn’t have any.
Just then Micah came out of his office. He approached me and asked me
what was going on. “Micah, I’ll tell you later. Have you got any
matches?” Micah was confused by my question. “Some more matches.” Micah
handed them to me.
“I’m waitin’, McCain!” Grid declared. I handed Micah my rifle and walked
out to the hitching post across the street. I stuck six matches on a
hitching post. I called out to Micah and he threw me my rifle. I turned
and fired six shots at the matches, lighting them.
I looked at Grid as he watched the burning matches. “You willing to talk
He didn’t answer. In response to my question, he pulled out his six
shooter and shot the burning tops off of all six match sticks. I was
quite surprised. I just stared at him. "I'll be reloaded in a jiffy!"
It was then that I realized my scare tactic wouldn’t work. I looked to
Micah. I walked across the street – back toward my horse. This boy had a
real problem. I couldn’t help him. “Are you ready now, McCain?”
I turned and looked at him. Then I slid my rifle back in its boot. “No.”
My answer irked Grid. “You killed my Pa, and now you won’t fight me?
I’ve come a thousand miles to get you.”
“Go back where you came from son.”
"You’re scared of someone who will stand up to your rifle! You lousy
I just glared at the boy. He sure was doing his best to irk me into a
fight, but I wasn’t the kind of man to draw against a kid – for any
reason. "I'm gonna get me some coffee," I said as I headed into the
I rushed toward me as I walked into the hotel. “You think you’ve seen
the last of me, don’t you, McCain? Well you haven’t! I’m gonna make you
fight!” Micah told him to get on his horse and ride out of there.
Without another word he mounted his horse and rode on.
I didn't know what to do about the boy. I'm sure this wasn't the last of
it. Micah said if he came back to town he would find an excuse to lock
him up until he cooled off. Lou asked us if we would like a woman's
opinion. She thought we should consider his upbringing and what makes
him act the way he does. But I didn’t even hear all of what she said.
Something suddenly dawned on me. My eyes grew wide. “He said he could
make me fight.” The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. "Mark!"
Without another word I rushed out the door and headed out to the ranch.
Mark was unloading the wood from the wagon when Maule rode onto the
ranch. Mark watched as Maule tied his horse to the hitching post and
casually took a pistol out of his saddle bag. “I thought you were in
town,” Mark said.
“Now, don’t tell me you’re scared too.”
“I don’t expect so,” Mark answered.
“I slapped your Pa’s face today, boy. In front of people too. He
wouldn’t shoot it out. He's lily livered boy.....just plain lily
"You don't know what you're talking about!” Mark yelled.
Maule threw the gun on the ground. “Pick it up!”
Mark stared down at the gun, then up at him. “What for?”
“I can get even with one McCain just as good as another,” Maule stated.
Mark just stared at him. “Pick it up.”
Mark looked at the gun again. “Where’s my Pa?”
“Drinking coffee to settle his nerves. Pick it up or I’ll kill
just stared at him. Maule drew his gun and pointed it at Mark. “Pick it
Mark picked it up. “I’m not allowed to use a hand gun.” He told Mark it
was about time he did. He started giving Mark the instructions. He told
Mark they’d turn around. Then he’d count to ten. Then they’d turn and
shoot. Mark threw the gun. “I’m not gonna…have a gunfight with you or
anyone else!” he declared.
Maule smirked at Mark. “Just like your Pa, ain’t you, boy? Now, when he
gets here, I want you to tell him what happened. I’ll be waiting for him
inside.” Mark watched as Maule walked inside our house to wait for me.
Maule went inside and made himself at home. He loaded the gun Mark had
thrown down on the ground. Then he took one of my cigars, lit it, and
sat down in my chair.
I raced into the yard. Mark hurried up to me. “Where is he?” I asked.
Mark told me he was inside. He also told me what Maule had done. I
looked toward the house. Mark wondered what I was going to do. I
silently motioned toward the house.
“Maule? Maule, you hear me?” I called. He said he heard me. “Alright,
I’m waiting for you outside.”
“That’s good enough for me!” He cautiously opened the door and stepped
out onto the porch. I was standing off of the porch. He turned toward me
and Mark grabbed him from behind. He struggled as Mark held him tight. I
grabbed his gun out of his holster then grabbed his arms. I held him
hard as Mark went to get some rope. We tied him up and I took him into
town in the buckboard.
When we got to town, I untied his feet and ordered him out of the wagon.
I told Micah he started up again at the ranch. “He tried to force Mark
into a shootout.”
Lou saw me come into town with Maule and she came into Micah's office.
“I wasn’t gonna shoot him!” Maule declared. “I was just trying to force
his Pa’s hand.”
"I want him in jail Micah. I'll swear out a complaint right now." Maule
said he'd be out in two days and he'd come for me again. Micah said he
could write to Washington and they have a corrective institute for boys
there. He would have to apply for a commitment and that could take 3 or
"I don't lie!" Maule argued then. "Both of the guns were empty, you
gotta believe me, I wouldn't shoot a kid," said Maule. He seemed really
sincere about that.
My heart softened. I grabbed a chair and went over to him. Straddling
the chair, I sat down and spoke to him. "All this trouble you're
causing...you think I shot your Pa purposely, don't you?"
"I was eight when they brought my father home. It took me more then a
half day to dig the grave. And when I got done, the only thing I could
do to keep from bawling all the time was to take his gun and learn to
use it. For a year I had to use two hands. And then another year until
my thumb got big enough to cock it. I practiced night and day, McCain,
for three years more. I can shoot and I can shoot in the dark, and I
mean to pay you back for what you did."
"Did you know your Pa was in the act of robbing a bank?" He said he knew
he was robbing a bank. “He was running with the money. I just happened
by between him and his horse. He took a shot at me. And he would have
shot at me again - there was nothing I could do.”
Maule said it made no difference. “When he was alive he was good to me.
Maybe you don’t understand, McCain, but he was my Pa!”
“I understand.” I knew this boy had been deeply hurt. “If I don’t swear
out the charges, will you be willing to go back home and forget about
the revenge?” He refused my offer. He left me no other choice. I told
Micah I was ready to swear out the complaint. As Micah started to lock
up Maule, he swore he come back and kill me after he was sent to
Washington. Micah told him to cool down as he locked him up.
Lou thought the boy needed a little kindness and food. “Now Lou, let’s
not get all tangled up in your apron strings!” Micah declared. I told
Lou there was nothing I could do. She wanted to talk to the boy. Micah
told her she’d be wasting her time.
Reluctantly Micah left her talk to him. Lou started to ask Maule some
questions about his mother. He was three years old when she died. He
never really knew her. It was his Pa who raised him. Lou felt that his
Pa left him do whatever he wanted to and he had been doing it ever
since. He told Lou he learned fast how to take care of himself. She knew
he never had any guidance. He told her to get out. “Never being told
when to go to bed. Never being told what to wear…what to eat…what to
learn!” He again told her to get out.
“Do you like it here in jail, Grid?” Lou asked then.
“Oh sure, it’s just dandy!” Grid answered sarcastically.
“Suppose…” Lou looked toward us. “Suppose I ask the marshal to put you
in my custody. Would you behave?”
“Does that mean forget about McCain?” Grid asked.
“For one week.”
“One week isn’t so long now, is it Grid?” Lou asked desperately. After
one week, they’d talk about what then. He wondered if that was all. “But
for that week, you’ll put yourself into my hands.”
“Would you behave?” Lou asked again. He said he could act nice and
proper with her. “Would you behave?” He agreed he would.
Well Lou did it. Even though we reluctantly agreed, she won. When she
announced she wanted us to release him in her custody, we thought she
was crazy! She convinced us that he was a different boy with her and she
could handle him. Micah and I went over to talk to him. He promised he
would behave while he was with Lou. We agreed. Lou and Maule headed over
to the hotel to get something to eat.
At the hotel, Lou told Grid to sit down and he could order anything he
wanted. "First I'll have a large bowl of bean soup and then a steak,
uh…” Lou wondered how he wanted it cooked. “Rare! Real rare!” and then a
big bowl of mashed potatoes…”
“And for dessert?” Lou asked as she wrote his order down.
“A big bowl of peas…”
“Oh uh…no…apple pie. A double order of apple pie with cheese.” Grid
cleared his throat. “And coffee." Lou folded her arms and gave him that
look. “I said coffee! I want it black.”
Grid sat down at the table to wait. “Alright.” Lou nodded with a
determined look on her face. “It’ll be ready just as soon as you finish
taking your bath.”
“Bath? I don’t need a bath!” Grid stated.
“I want you to take a bath,” Lou stated sternly.
“I said I didn’t need a bath.”
Lou still held that determined little look on her face. You could tell
that Grid was in deep trouble for defying her. She turned and slowly
walked to the doors of the dining room and closed them. She walked back
to the table and leaned on it so she could get down to his level. “Grid,
I'm ordering you to go take a bath."
“Now I ain’t doing nothing wrong, so just don’t be giving me orders!”
Grid talked back.
“I’ll be giving you all the orders I want to, and you’ll be taking
them!” Lou ordered angrily.
He told her she was wasting her breath. That was the wrong thing to say!
Lou overturned the table with him still sitting at it. Grid fell to the
floor with a crash. He stood up and started toward her. “Look lady, I
don’t want to hit you so I think I better go back to jail.
But Lou grabbed him by the arm. "Listen to me young man.....we made a
deal and you're gonna stick with it! Now get upstairs and take that
“I didn’t make no deal to be pushed around!” Grid stated.
That was another mistake. Lou shoved him against the wall. “Discipline
is what you’re missing, and discipline is what you’re gonna get!” Lou
screamed as she slapped him across the face. Grid warned her to move –
he was getting out of there. She grabbed his hat. “And take your hat off
when you’re talking to a lady.”
“I said move!” Grid warned.
She slapped him again….and again…again…five times or something like
that. The whole time, she screamed at him Finally, he tried to get away
from her. She stuck her foot out and tripped him. He fell to the floor.
She reached down and grabbed him by the arm.
Just then, Micah and I slid the door open. I’m not sure who I was
rescuing – Lou or the boy. It looked like he’s the one who needed
rescued! They just looked up at us. Grid stood to his feed and brushed
himself off. “Oh, we were just having a little talk, weren’t we Grid?”
Lou said with a smile. Grid agreed. He actually asked us to excuse him –
he had to go upstairs.
“What for?” Micah asked.
“To take a bath!” Grid declared.
Micah and I just stood there in amazement. I could not believe the power
of this woman!
The next day, we were having Sunday dinner at the restaurant. As we were
finishing up dinner Nils stopped by the table to compliment Lou on her
dinner. He asked Maule if he had thought any more on the offer of being
his apprentice. Maule agreed to take the position. Just then Maule
pulled out of his pocket three cigars. He gave one to Micah and one to
me and kept one for himself. We were all surprised when he said he’d
bought them for himself. Micah told him he was a little young for
cigars. He agreed.
As Micah and I lit our cigars, Mark turned to him and whispered, “Grid,
don’t you think you’re laying it on a little thick?”
“You think so?” Grid asked.”
Just then...BANG...BANG. Our cigars exploded. Grid and Mark started
laughing at us. Lou tried to keep from laughing herself, but it was
"Good cigar Lucas...a little noisy, but a pretty good smoke," said
piddlin' stuff.....Billy E. Hughes Jr.
appeared in three episode ―
Day of Reckoning as Aaron,
Jamison's son Billy ― The
Sidewinder as Gridley Maule, the boy who came to North Fork to
seek revenge on Lucas ―
from Tucson as Jeffrey Waller, he was the son of the gunsmith and the boy that he
and Mark sat on together in his bedroom crying.
Blair as Lou Mallory. Patricia was first introduced to The
Rifleman in Lou Mallory. She played a hot-tempered Irish lass who was a
razor-sharp businesswoman. She joined the cast in the
fifth and final season and appeared in seventeen episodes. Patricia replaced Joan Taylor who played Milly Scott
owner of The General Store.
Joe Higgins played Nils
Swenson. Is it Nils or is it Nels/Niles? What is his last name.....Swenson/Svenson
Blacksmith? Joe Higgins holds the record for playing Nils or was it
Niles or Nels? There were four episodes that Joe did not play Nils or was
it Niles or Nels?
played the bartender in Strange Town — Rafe the blacksmith in The Wyoming
Story part 2 — Short Rope for a Tall Man as Henry Schneider the
horse thief — Stopover as
Scotty the Stagecoach Driver.
Stopover was the only episode to run one day over
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
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.
Colt Single Action Revolver
This is the weapon use in The Sidewinder by Grid Maule played by Billy
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