"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
Now I’ve been a lot of places, and I’ve see a lot of things. I’ve put up with a lot in my life. But when someone starts taking out their disappointment on my best friend, well it’s a little personal and I don’t tolerate such actions very well!
Micah was out of town. He was in the process of bringing someone in to stand trial for cold-blooded murder. He had shot a man in the back. Micah had his prisoner, Bletch Droshek, handcuffed to a barbed wire fence while he drank coffee by the camp fire. Now this man was evil, being a back shooter, and would do anything to get loose. A rock just happened to be sitting close enough for Droshek to grab, and he did it without Micah seeing.
As Micah sat at the campfire drinking coffee, Droshek talked to him. He warned Micah that his brother was expecting him home, but Micah didn’t care. He said that he could wait. “He don’t like to wait,” Droshek stated. “You can call him a coyote in nine different languages, he don’t even blush. But you just let somebody bother his kid brother!” But Micah wouldn’t listen. “Why did I shoot that pesky old man in the back? I didn’t need to.”
Micah didn’t like him much. He saw him for who he really was. “Why do snakes crawl at night?” he answered him sarcastically.
But Droshek was evil like I said. He would try anything to escape – even kill a Marshal. And that’s just what he tried to do when he demanded Micah unlock his handcuff because the barbed wire was cutting into his wrist. Now, Micah wasn’t a cruel marshal like some, so knowing the man was uncomfortable, he went to release his hand.
That was a mistake. Droshek put his hand on the rock and bashed it against Micah’s hand. Micah fell against the barbed wire fence. Droshek, now free from the handcuffs, pounded Micah on the back with his fist. The he lifted Micah up and beat him two more times on the back – two hard whacks as he screamed at Micah fro trying to bring him in. Micah moaned in pain. Droshek lifted him turned him around to face him. Then he threw him against the barbed wire and slapped him once…twice…three times as Micah groaned in pain. Then with one more hard punch, Micah was caught on the barbed wire fence. Droshek grabbed Micah’s gun and went to his horse, riding off to leave Micah there to die.
Micah was hit so hard that he fell out of his vest jacket, leaving it hanging on the fence, his badge still attached. Before he left, Droshek had chased off Micah’s horse. Micah was in deed in some trouble.
I was sitting at the table that evening after supper, whistling a tune as I worked on the books. Mark was washing dishes, not too happy with his current chore. “Pa?”
“Hm?” I asked as I continued my chore of bookkeeping.
"What do you think about dish washing?"
I smiled. That was my boy’s way of telling me he didn’t rightly care for the latest chore I had given him. “Never gave it much thought, son. Why?” I asked, not looking up from my books.
“Well, it just seems to me that dishwashing is always getting in the way of eatin’,” Mark answered as he walked over to me.
I smiled again. “How do you mean son?” But I still kept working on the books.
Mark came right up to me and leaned on the table as he poured me a cup of coffee. “Well, ya' sit down to enjoy a nice big plateful of hot ham and beans, then…well, then you think ahead knowing that same plate is gonna have to be washed.” As he spoke, I looked up from my books and took a sip from the freshly-poured coffee as I looked at my son. “Just takes all the flavor away from the vittles.”
Oh the things this boy of mine comes up with sometimes… “Well, you sure got a problem there, son.” I wonder if his problem was worse then mine – having to balance my books… “Any idea what we can do about it?” Knowing Mark, he’d come up with a plan.
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe-“ Mark suddenly got excited as an idea popped into his head. “Maybe we could put it all together on one big slice of bred and then…well…jus…well, forget about the plate!” He had gone back to washing dishes but suddenly hurried over to me with this idea.
I looked up at my son. I didn’t even want to ask how he came up with this stuff! "That might work but, what would you do with a hot bowl of soup?" That took the wind right out of his sail.
Suddenly, our father-son conversation was disrupted by a noise outside. We both wondered what it could be. I stood up and went to open the door. The sight that greeted me suddenly put fear in my voice. “Micah!” I exclaimed as he practically fell in the door. I grabbed him and put an arm around him. He was half dead! “Get some water, son!” I ordered worriedly.
Carefully, I led Micah over to a cot in the living room and carefully laid him down on it. Mark handed me a cup of water. “We’ve got to get him into the doctor, Mark. Go out and lay him out a bed roll to make an easy rest for him.” I was suddenly very worried. This was my best friend and he didn’t look good…not good at all!
I cupped my hand under his neck to help him take a drink. He could hardly drink, but I could tell he needed the water. I softly spoke to him, begging him to drink the water slowly. He could hard drink, he was so weak. As I laid him back down on the pillow, concern filled my eyes. I had to get some answers from him and fast; but I was afraid – afraid that he was too badly hurt to be saved. I watched my best friend lay there – suffering in agony. It was almost too much for me to take.
“You know who did it, Micah? Can you say his name?” I was begging. I had to find this man and make him pay for what he’s done.
Micah was so weak and barely alive. “Was it that back shooter from up in the hills you went after?” I asked as I stared into his bruised face.
“Bletch… Droshek…back-shooter,” Micah mumbled. Even those words were hard for him to speak.
“Droshek,” I repeated.
I just stared at my friend, wondering what else I could do to help him. “You…you…you…” he mumbled weakly.
Concern filled my eyes. “Are you deputizing me, Micah?” I asked.
“Yes…yes…” That’s all he could say. He passed out. I stared at my friend, not knowing if he was going to live or die. I found myself divided between staying to make sure my friend would pull through and going after the back shooter that did this.
Mark ran back in then announcing that the wagon was all ready. I stared at my friend silently as the fear of loosing him set in. “Get your clothes together, Mark. You gotta come in town and stay with Milly.” Mark didn’t want to do that. But I had to make him understand. “The man that did this is running loose and free somewhere son.”
Suddenly, Mark asked the question that was weighing heavily on my mind. "Is he gonna be alright Pa?"
Hearing the words out loud brought more fear to me. Tears formed in my eyes and in my throat as I coked out in desperation, "I don't know Mark. I don't know."
As soon as the sun came up the next morning, I was off following Micah’s trail. It led me to the place where the assault on my friend happened. There was his vest still hung to the fence where he had fallen and crawled all the way to my ranch. His star was still pinned to the vest. I took it for a couple reasons – partly because I was determined to pin this back on him when I got back home, and partly because I may need it to show who I was when I finally found Droshek.
Then I got on my horse and followed Droshek’s trail up into the hills. The trail led me to a small ranch. There was an old man outside standing by his well. I greeted him kindly. “What do you want?” He asked me.
“I’m looking for a man,” I told him. I had to repeat myself.
“Well, why did you say so?” he asked. “I’m a little deaf in this hear and can’t hear out of the other.” Then he asked me who I was looking for. When I said Bletch Droshek, there was no doubt he knew where he was. I could see it all over his face. “I heard that plain enough,” he stated.
“You know him?”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. I don’t know you.” That was fair enough. I introduced myself. “What are you doing way over here?”
I didn’t answer his question. “Where can I find him?” I asked in a stern voice, letting him know I expected an answer.
“Ever hear of a mining camp called Droshek?” he asked. He told me it was named after Ott Droshek. Then he told me to take the trail up through the canyon till there wasn't any trail left. It was called Droshek Town. I thanked him and started to leave. “Mister, I leave them alone and they leave me alone. But let me plain out warn you. Don’t go up there. It’s a one-way trail to sorrow. It’s a strange town, unfriendly.”
“I’m not looking for a friend,” I stated. And then I rode off. No, I wasn’t looking for a friend. I knew where he was, and I was doing a job for him.
As I rode into the town, I realized the old man was right. This was a strange town. The people stared and I stared back. When I came upon a building called Droshek’s Tavern, I knew they would be able to help me. As I tied Razor up outside, I looked up to see people standing and sitting all around staring at me. I walked inside, and again, all eyes were on me. There was silence in the room as everyone stared. There’s wasn’t a friend face in the room.
But I wasn’t going to let them intimidate me. Boldly and bravely, I walked up to the bar and looked the bartender square in the eye. “I’d like a beer,” I stated as I sat my rifle down firmly on the bar.
The bar tender stared at me, then slowly walked across the room. I followed him. He was eating something. I stood in front of him and again stared him in the eye. “Mister.”
My hand was resting on a keg. He picked up a dart and scratched me with it. I jerked my hand in surprise and turned to stare at him again. He spoke for the first time, telling me to leave. But two could play this game. “I’d like a beer,” I warned him again. He threw the dart, hitting it’s mark right in the middle. I looked at the dart, then I turned and gave him a warning stare as I straightened myself up to my full height. My stare let him know my next request wasn’t going to be with words. I meant business.
He suddenly laughed nervously as he grabbed a stein. “You no like it,” he stated as he began filling it. “Mountain brew.” As he filled it, I turned and looked around, not quite believing the sights I was seeing. Then I grabbed the stein from him and tasted it. “Well, whatever you call it, it’s pretty good pilsner.” I stated.
I didn't know that the man I was looking for, Bletch Droshek was watching from the back room. He was just getting ready to shoot me when his brother, Ott, stopped him. "Not in back Bletch, not in the back," Ott warned him. Ott wanted to know who I was.
“Trouble always follows me,” Bletch stated.
Ott was frustrated. He knew Bletch had done something to get himself into trouble again. “With my bare hands I have built this town! Everything I have give you-“
But Bletch interrupted him. He was tried of hearing lectures from his brother. He was a full grown man now. “How many times have I told you – stay away from the low lands? Make here your place – here in these hills. It’s everything you want or need. What have you done down there?” Ott demanded to know.
“I just danced with some farmer’s daughters,” Bletch answered. “Maybe they think I’m not good enough.”
But Ott wasn’t going to believe that. “That man has more on his mind then girls!” He walked away, trying to figure out what to do. “What have you done?” He asked again, this time more forcibly. But Bletch continued to state that it was just having fun with girls, and that was it. “What have you done?” Again, Bletch asked.
Bletch wanted to handle me – by shooting me in the back! But his brother said no. “My marshal will handle him. That’s what he’s there for.”
Meanwhile, the bartender was asking me a question. "What else you want besides beer?"
“I want Bletch Droshek,” I answered as I let the lid on the beer stein fall with a loud snap. From his nervous laugh and his pleading for me to get out, I knew there would be trouble. I asked where the law was and the bar tender gave me directions.
There was a marshal there alright, if you want to call him a marshal. His name was Marshal Truce. I introduced myself and told him I was a deputy from North Fork. “North Fork, huh? That don’t mean too much up here!” he stated. “Now, what can I do for you, deputy?” I told him who I was looking for and he demanded to know who deputized me. I told him that too. Continently, he had never heard of him. I reached in my pocket for the badge, then threw it down on his desk. He studied it. “That’s solid brass alright, he stated as he threw it back at me. “You see, I’m the Marshal in this here town.”
I picked the badge up. “The law’s the same anyplace, Marshal.” I was warning him not to cross me – marshal or not! I told him I’d come a long way for Bletch Droshek.
He told me I’d come a long way for nothing. “Cause this here town just don’t give up it’s own.”
I studied him for a moment. “This town’s like a cactus in a hay field,” I stated. “Where’d it come from?”
“First the boat and then the mule. The men are strong diggers and the mind real good. Old Ott sees to that.” That was Bletch’s brother. “Now you be real careful, deputy. You can get lost down a mine shaft “
I didn’t much appreciate his threats. But I was angry that a man tried to kill my best friend, and no one – not even this so-called Marshal – was going to stand in my way! So I gave him fair warning. "If your not gonna help me Marshal, just don't get in my way."
"I'm the lawman, best you remember that," Truce tried to warn me.
But he didn’t scare me. I banged the butt of my rifle on his desk and leaned challenging on it. "Your nothing but a grouchy gun. Lock, stock and barrel."
He laughed. “That’s right, deputy. It’s his mine, his people, his town, and his gun.”
"They keep you on a leash and throw you a bone once in a while, is that it?" I threw at him angrily.
That made him mad. He stood up and put his arms down to his side. “I keep my mouth shut and I draw real good pay.” He held out his hand. “Now hand over that rifle.”
I continued leaning against my rifle. “You better go call your master,” I warned him without moving. He told me to hand over my rifle again. “I want Bletch Droshek first,” I stated, this time in a firmer voice. He went to draw his gun, but I suddenly pointed my rifle at him. “Don’t you try it, Mister!” I warned.
He slowly slid his gun back in the holster. “I’ve heard about a real fast rifle cutter up north. Maybe you’re him.”
“Maybe,” I merely answered. “Now, get out on that street and call my man!”
“You’re just laying out your own grief.”
“The grief was laid out when your bully went down in the valley with a gun,” I answered him. "Now get out there and start yelling!"
He knew he had no other choice. I held my rifle on him as I walked behind him, ready to shoot if he made any sudden moves. He walked down the porch and around the corner. The He walked down the steps toward the tavern. “Alright, now call him!” I demanded. But he went down the steps and started running across. I fired several shots over him. He finally stopped and held his hand up in the air. “Ott Droshek ! Bletch Droshek!” he screamed.
Suddenly, there was a rifle aimed at the back of my head. "Drop the rifle and don't turn around,” Droshek demanded.
"I'll take your Marshal," I warned.
But he just laughed. "Well, if you think it'd do any good, you go ahead and kill him.” That’s when I knew I had met a truly evil man. I dropped my rifle. Droshek hit me over the head with his and I fell to the ground, out like a light.
When I came to, I found myself handcuffed, sitting in a chair. Droshek bent down in front of me. “You still look for Bletch Droshek?” He told me that was him. “And you’re gonna be sorry you found him!” We stared at each other. "What's a measly gopher from the flatlands doing up here with the eagles? You must be lost, high pockets."
I had no time for his games. I wanted to know where his brother was. He told me not to worry about him, that he told Bletch to just run me out of town. “But Marshal, if he attacks me, you kill him!” He pointed a finger in the marshal’s face. “That’s your duty, understand?”
“I’ll be glad to blast him right through the roof!” the Marshal answered as he pointed that rifle at me. I knew they were going to do something to force a killing.
Droshek came back and sat behind me. He looked me in the face, but I turned from him and stared straight ahead. “Now, there’s been some talk about back shooting. This look like back shooting to you?” He slapped my face. I didn’t even flinch, but continued to look straight ahead. “Does that make you mad, high pockets?” he asked as he smiled and slapped me again. “Does that make you want to fight?”
“That makes me mad, Droshek,” I answered, still looking straight ahead. He slapped me again. Then he challenged me to a duel. “Come on, fight.” He stood up and walked around to my other side. I turned my head and stared at him through mere slits in my eyes. “Or are you afraid?” I turned my head around and stared at him, very angry. “You come all the way up here and you do not know how to fight?” He slapped me again. He hit me over and over demanding me to fight him and calling me a coward. I grew more and more angry, but only stared at him. There was a warning in my eyes. He slapped me again and again, but I still remained silent.
Suddenly, Droshek’s brother walked in, demanding him to stop this. He demanded Droshek to unlock the irons. “But he’s dangerous, Ott. I heard about him!” Truce stated.
“Dangerous to a coward perhaps. Unlock those irons, I said!” Truce did as told. Ott stood in front of me. “You are a stranger in this town. Is no one here to help you unless I say so. I am Ott Droshek.” Again, I introduced myself. I told him I’d come for his brother. He wanted to know why. “For murder,” I answered as I stood up to face him. “Maybe two.”
“Is I am judge and jury here,” he suddenly declared. But I assured him Droshek would have a fair trial.
Ott walked up to his brother and stood directly behind him. “You kill one…maybe two?” he asked.
"It was self defense," Bletch argued.
"In the back?” I asked as I walked up behind Ott.
“He lies like Yellow Dog,” Bletch accused me.
That angered Ott. "I don't like lies!"
Ott went to the bar and put his elbow up, wanting to arm wrestle me. He pointed to his arm and asked me if I knew what that was. “Indian wrestling?” I asked. I told him it wouldn’t settle murder.
“Perhaps not, but sometimes it shames some men into telling the truth.” I shook my head. I saw not point in playing games with this man. “What’s the matter? You like green wood maybe?” he asked. “You make lots of smoke but no fire.”
“I didn’t come here for games,” I stated. “I came here for your brother!” I was growing angry and pretty tired of all this nonsense.
"Then you are afraid. Even if he were guilty, never would I turn my brother over to a coward." I knew I had no choice. I was going to have to prove to him I wasn’t a coward. I walked over and slapped my elbow down on the bar. As we started arm wrestling, he asked me if I had a home. I told him I had a ranch on the other side of the mountain.
“Well, here is my people, my town. You understand?”
I continued fighting him. He was tough to beat! “I don’t know where you came from, but this is a new land, and you gotta meet justice just like everybody else.”
“I am justice!” he declared.
I was sweating now as I struggled in the contest. “Not in New Mexico Territory, you’re not!”
“I think maybe you lied about my little brother. Huh?”
I was about to end this game right now. “A dying man spoke his name. And dying men don’t lie!” I forced him arm down, winning the game.
Suddenly, Droshek pulled his gun out, ready to shoot me. Ott stopped him. “You believe him, an outlander?”
“I am judge and jury!” Ott reminded him. “If a man is to die, is I say so!”
“Then make your choice.” He pointed at me. “Him? Or your own brother?”
“Then answer back your lies,” Ott stated. He also said that I had told the truth. “Some. One of those high and mighty flatlanders insult me and I shoot him! I couldn’t help it!” Ott wanted to know about the other. “I broke loose from the Marshal. That’s all!”
That made me angry! Micah was my best friend and this animal was acting like it was no big deal. My best friend may be dead right now and I was angry! I suddenly grabbed him by the shirt and began yelling at him. "You beat the marshal with a rock and hung him on a fence.” I turned to Ott. “He's coming with me!"
Bletch turned to his brother. “You want me to be hung down there in a strange land by strange people?” he asked. Ott declared his justice is here.
“His justice is in North Fork!” I screamed.
“Why can’t we just kill him?” Bletch asked angrily.
“You kill the law? After me they’ll be a posse, and after that the army,” I warned Ott.
Ott banged his hand on the bar in frustration. “Why can’t you stay home? Why must you sneak out? Bring back the law man from the valley on your trail?” Bletch didn’t think a posse would follow me. “Each day you grow wilder and prouder. You hunger for blood and broken bones.” He tried to tell Ott he’d do better. “You said that before. But this time a brave man come to face us – braver perhaps then you or me.”
Bletch stated he wouldn’t go with me. He was afraid because he knew he didn’t have a chance. “There’s no other way,” I stated angrily.
Ott couldn’t do it. He knew his people would loose faith in him if he turned his own brother over to me. “There is an honorable way to settle this.” He handed me my rifle.
“My rifle against his six shooter?” I asked as I took my rifle. Bletch stated I was afraid. Like I’ve done many times in the past, I decided to give him a demonstration. I shot the two arrows on the wall, knocking them both out. “He wouldn’t have a chance, Mr. Droshek,” I answered. I began loading my rifle.
“A target does not shoot back,” Ott informed me. “With your rifle on that table, can you still draw against him?” Ott asked.
I looked at Bletch and smiled. “Anytime.” You see, I knew Bletch was a coward – any man who shoots a man in the back is a coward.
I was right. Bletch refused even though he was the one who wanted the duel in the first place. “A trick rifle against my pistol? Is that fair?” Bletch pleaded with his brother.
“Maybe it’s the face-to-face that bothers you!” Ott answered suddenly.
“Can’t I just take him out of town?” He was afraid, and at those words, his brother realized Bletch was a coward.
“And then he tries to escape. And then, of course, you have to shoot him! No, little brother. This time we do it my way.”
I promised Ott I’d put him in jail and make sure he got a fair trial. Ott shook his head. “If he’s innocent, he’s got nothing to fear.” But the problem was that Ott knew his brother was guilty.
“We have our own jail. You will bring the witnesses here to testify. I will listen.” Ott told me.
“No Ott! Don’t you go against me or-“ Bletch started.
“Or what?” Ott asked. Bletch was threatening him.
“I thought you would stand up for your own brother!”
The two brothers started arguing. Truce was waiting to take me, so was Bletch. Bletch yelled for Truce to shoot me. Bletch was drawing on me so I shot him. Then I sensed Truce drawing on me so I turned and shot him too. Bletch was wounded, lying across a table. He had his gun and started to shoot me. I stared in horror as his own brother, Ott, shot him again.
Bletch stared at Ott and pointed the gun in his face. “No, Bletch,” Ott said softly as he stared into his eyes. Then Bletch fell over, dead.
I walked over to the table. Ott was obviously upset as he stared at his dead brother on the floor. He had never wanted it to go that far. I picked up my hat. I felt sorry for him – no brother should have to kill his own brother. “Either way he had to loose,” I stated. “I’m sorry.” There was nothing more left to say. No words could help his pain or helplessness.
So I walked out the door and rode for home, hoping I’d never have to come back to this place again.
I can’t tell you how relived I was when I came home and found that Micah had pulled through after all. By then he was well enough to have supper at our ranch. So while Micah and I sat at the table gabbing, Mark did the dishes (you know, it’s one of the privileges parents have with their children). I poured Micah a cup of coffee as I puffed on my cigar.
Micah had his arm in a sling and was none too happy about it. "I'm about the most useless lawman in the whole territory right now. Can't even pour my own coffee,” Micah complained.
"Well Micah, I always figured if a town has it's jail empty and it’s streets quiet at night, the law’s well done."
"Yeah all it takes is rabbit’s foot and a passable deputy,” Micah stated sarcastically.
Boy, he was being hard on himself! "And there's one other thing," I stated.
I reached in my pocket. "A badge. You better hang on to this. It's solid brass." I pinned it on his shirt like I had promised myself I would, proud that I was still able to.
"Well thanks, Lucas." Micah stated. Then he turned to Mark as I once again took a sip from my coffee cup. "Hey Mark, your as quiet as snow in August. What's on your mind?"
Mark walked over to us, suddenly happy to be included in the conversation. "Oh nothing. I've just been wondering."
I turned to look at my son as I puffed on my cigar. Uh oh, his wondering usually meant trouble.
"Wondering about what?" Micah asked.
"Well, I've been wonderin' about how your gonna wash dishes with only one hand when you get back home."
I laughed. Micah suddenly got himself a great idea! "Well it might not be so easy. As a matter of fact, I might need a bit of help.” I suddenly turned and looked at Micah. “Lucas, do you mind if I borrowed Mark for a couple of weeks?"
I turned and looked at Mark. Mark looked at me, hoping I would give Micah the answer he wanted. But I figured Mark walked right into this one! "Well…not at all, Micah."
Mark looked at me, then at Micah, then back at me. He didn’t seem to happy with my answer. "Ohhhhh..." Mark groaned and angrily went back to finishing the dishes. So I figured I didn’t answer the way he was hooping. Oh well, live and learn!
Micah and I laughed.
piddlin' stuff.....Claude Akins appeared in three episodes ― The Safe Guard as Floyd Doniger, he was from Abilene, a Texas Gunfighter who John Hamilton, President of North Fork's Bank, personally hired to guard the safe ― Meeting at Midnight as Tom Benton, Lucas' old friend and army commanding officer and now an undercover agent ― Strange Town as Bletch Droshek, the guy Micah was bringing in to stand trial for cold-blooded murder.
Peter Whitney appeared in nine episodes ― Eddie's Daughter as Tracey Blanch, he's the big dude who came looking for Lil ― Mail Order Groom as John Jupiter, he was the Mail Order Groom, the one that Jess Profit (John Anderson) kept picking on ― Heller as Andrew Bechtol, the mean stepfather ― Strange Town as Ott Droshek, he ran the Strange Town ― The Queue as Vince Fergus, again he was the bully, the instigator who picked on Wang Chi ― Long Gun From Tucson as John Holliver, he was the cowboy who came back for revenge ― Lou Mallory as Neb Jackman, the Pa of the Jackman clan ― Gun Shy as Vantine, he was the man who was holding Lou hostage ― Which Way'd They Go? as Neb Jackman, the Pa of the Jackman clan.
William Schallert appeared in three episodes ― The Mind Reader as Fogarty - the knife salesman ― Strange Town as Marshal Truce, he was the Marshal of Droshek Town ― Short Rope for a Tall Man as Mr. Lovering, he was the man that Lucas sold his cattle to.
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)
Milton Parsons has appeared in two episodes ― Letter of the Law as A. Parker- Gunsmith. He's the one who notified Micah when Brett Stocker brought his fancy guns in to be fixed ― Strange Town as the old man who gave Lucas directions.
Joe Higgins played Nils Swenson. Is it Nils or is it Nels/Niles? What is his last name.....Swenson/Svenson aka The 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?
He 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 schedule.
Ethan Laidlaw appeared in The Rifleman quite a few times unaccredited ― The Indian as a townsfolk — The Mind Reader as a townsman in the audience — Legacy as the man at the funeral — The Coward as a Diner Patron — Heller as a townsfolk — The Grasshopper as a passenger on the train — Strange Town as a townsfolk at Droshek Town — The Silent Knife as a townsfolk — Short Rope for a Tall Man as one of Crown's Henchmen — Honest Abe as a townsman — Two Ounces of Tin as a townsfolk ― The Day the Town Slept as a townsman.
Jack Stoney appeared in eight episodes as a townsmen ― Obituary ― The Legacy ― The Horse Traders ― The Spoiler ― The Deserter ― The Hangman ― A Time for Singing ― Strange Town as a townsfolk at Droshek Town.
Max Wagner appeared in four episodes ― Blood Brother as John Stoddard, he was the man who was dying when Mark and Lucas brought him into town, the man Micah despised ― The Spoiler as one of the townsmen — Seven as Prisoner Gibbons — Strange Town as one of the townsmen. The '7' Prisoners
Joe Phillips 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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