"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
Courage means different things to
different people. To some, it may mean going out on a street and
facing four gunfighters, all with guns aimed at you. To some,
courage is being able to fight when the
need arises, but to some, courage is just surviving in life from day
to day. I think that by the end of this story, everyone will be able
to learn what being a coward, and having courage is all about.
The story starts just outside North Fork where a man by the name of
George Collins was cooking. That was his job – to stay at the camp
and cook the meals while the cowboys were out working with the
cattle. Now these boys were rough and tough and expected a hearty
meal all ready for them when they got into camp. But George had a
problem. His passion was writing. And sometimes, writing and cooking
don’t exactly go together.
And today was no different. A man by the name of Buddy Link was the
first to arrive at the Chuck Wagon and immediately asked if supper
was ready. He then saw George’s journal he was always writing in. He
picked it up and immediately started thumbing through it, asking
“Georgey Boy” why he was always writing in it. George told him he
just kept records of places he’s seen and people. “Hm,” Buddy said.
“Is there anything in here about me?”
It’s obvious from his appearance that Buddy didn’t care for George
much. He continued flipping through the book demanding to know what
George wrote about him. Then Dub came up, stating he was hungry.
George told Buddy he could read some of his journal to him after
supper. That made Billy mad. “Are you saying I can’t read?” He
demanded to know.
“Well, no,” George answered innocently. “It’s just that you got it
upside down!” Dub started laughing, which irked Buddy even more. He
immediately started taking his anger out on George. He reared back
and punched George so hard that he was knocked to the ground.
They grinned at him lying on the ground. “You better watch out,
Buddy! He’s about as mean as a hungry string bean,” Dub stated.
George knew they wanted an excuse to fight him, but he didn’t want
George’s not wanting to fight irked Buddy and he picked him up by
the shirt and pushed him around, demanding him to fight. But
suddenly the trail boss was there demanding Buddy to leave him
alone. “Ben, you just keep him away from me!” Buddy demanded.
George started dipping the food onto the plates. Ben, the trail
boss, tasted it and suddenly spit it out. “That does it!” He
declared angrily, rushing up to George.
“Salt,” Dub complained. “What are you trying to do? Poison us?”
Buddy tried to explain that he just had a little accident with the
salt, but Ben didn’t want to hear it. “You’ve ruined your last meal
around here, boy. Always reading in that book when you should be
looking after the cooking.” He told him that the couple dollars he
owed him would cover the food he spoiled. Then he gave him his
things and pointed him toward North Fork. George was suddenly on his
own, and feeling really low about it.
When George arrived in town, Mark and I were loading our wagon.
George heard hammering and saw the printer of the North Fork Weekly
outside hanging up a notice. He was hungry and didn’t have a penny
to his name, so he went to ask for a job. "Hello. I was wondering if
you'd like to hire somebody. I, ah, been doing a little writin'-" He
started. But the printer interrupted him, telling him he didn’t need
But George was desperate. He begged for a job, even if it was just
straightening and typing. “Got all the help I need,” the printer
stated as he continued working on his message board. But he wanted
to just earn enough for a meal. He couldn’t get even that much.
Mark and I overheard the conversation. I watched his shoulders sag
in sudden sadness as he slowly walked to the stairs and sit down.
I’m sure he was feeling pretty hungry and was worried about how he
was going to fulfill that life-sustaining need. I watched him, and
knew there was only one thing to do. I looked at Mark. He knew what
we needed to do too. I grabbed my rifle, mostly out of habit I
guess, and walked over toward him.
But he was in such deep thought that he didn’t hear me approaching.
“Hello there, I’d like to talk to you for a second.”
He saw my rifle first. Then he raised his head. I guess my size
startled him. He grabbed his things and started to run off. But I
quickly stopped him to let him know there was nothing to be afraid
of. "Hey wait a minute! My boy and I would like to strike up a
bargain with you. There he is.” I pointed toward Mark who was
sitting in the wagon watching us. “If you'd help us finish loading
the wagon it would be worth me buying you a meal, and I’d count it a
favor.” I wanted him to keep his dignity, so I added, “That is if
you haven't eaten already."
I could tell this was hard for him. “Fact is I haven’t. But you got
it the wrong way around. It’s you that would be doing me a favor.” I
could tell he was too prideful to outright accept, but too hungry to
“Well, count it both ways then.”
I looked toward Mark to make my next statement a bit more
convincing. I knew he was hungry. "Maybe we better eat first, that
boy of mine's hungry!" I didn’t give him a chance to decline. I
called to Mark, who didn’t argue about eating now. It would put off
his work for awhile, and he was always ready for the hotel’s food!
As soon as we entered the hotel, Buddy and Dub from the trail came
in to buy supplies at the General Store. But Buddy stopped across
the street at the saloon. Dub started to argue, reminding him that
Ben didn’t like getting drunk. “You remember the last time we was
here!” Dub laughed.
“Dub, don’t tell me what to do, huh?” Buddy snapped as he slapped
his gloves against his hand and walked into the saloon.
As we ate, George told me about what happened on the trail. He then
told me there was much to offer him out in the West, “George,” I
suddenly said, trying to lift his spirits. “My judgment tells me
you’re selling yourself short!”
He didn’t want to go against my judgment, but I didn’t understand.
“Out here I’m scared all the time: People, place, everything.”
Suddenly, my boy piped up, “Well, what’s there to be afraid of?”
“Mark!” I suddenly scolded him, shocked that he said that. He knew
better! I wondered if he’d do better back East, but he said he
messed that up to.
“You see, my father’s a doctor. He wanted me to be one too. Sent me
to college…medical school…That blood and pain, I- So I left, headed
west. Thought maybe I could toughen myself up.” I could tell he was
really discouraged and giving up on himself.
“Maybe you aren’t cut out to be a doctor or a cook for a trail
outfit. Isn’t there something else that you’d like to do?” He told
me that he always wanted to be a writer. Suddenly, I heard the
passion in his voice. “Newspaper or write books like Mark Twain,” he
said excitedly. He pulled a journal from his pocket. “I’ve already
done a little.” He opened the book and started thumbing through it.
I asked him if I could see it, but he suddenly grew self-conscience
saying he hadn’t written anything that good. Somehow, I had to give
Mark asked him if there was anything else he could do. “Well, I
worked for a magic lantern show on the way getting out here,” George
suddenly stated. That excited my boy of course! He suddenly wanted
to know more, like what he did. “Well, a lot of the little towns,
farming towns, like what I went through…They didn’t have a piano, so
I…uh…kinda made music for their show.” He pulled out a harmonica
from his pocket.
That excited Mark even more! “You can play that mouth organ? Play
something!” He suddenly started begging George, but George was again
really self-conscience. Normally, I would reprimand my boy and tell
him to mind his manners. But this was different. We were talking to
a man that had lost all confidence in himself, and we needed to beg
him to restore some of that confidence. Mark asked me if I’d like to
hear him play.
I chose my words carefully. I didn’t want to discourage either of
them. “Oh, I’d like it,” I stated. But I sternly added, “But it’s up
to George.” That gave him the confidence he needed.
He suddenly started playing a toe-tapping tune. (♫
Red River Valley) Everyone in the restaurant turned to listen to him. People came in
from the lobby to listen. George played for a few moments as Mark
and I listened, enjoying the music. He was confident while he
played. His eyes were closed. But then he started noticing the
people standing behind us. I noticed to and knew his confidence
would come to an end. He opened his eyes and suddenly saw the people
behind us and froze. It was over. Mark asked him to play some more,
but he couldn’t.
It was time for us to leave. George liked my boy and knew he had
disappointed him. “Oh Mark,” he stopped him. “Sometime when there
aren't any people around I'll play for you again, alright?"
I asked George what he was going to do now. He said the only thing
he could do was wire his father for passage money back East. He said
he’d manage until then. I watched him walk out. Something told me he
didn’t want a handout. So I didn’t give him one. I knew he needed
help, and in more ways then one. I wanted to try and give him that
I treated him the way I’d want to be treated in his situation.
“Things aren’t such right now where I need to take on a hand, but if
you want, you’re welcome to room and board at our place for awhile.”
I was right. He didn’t want a hand out, but he was willing to take
me up on my offer if he could work for his keep. I couldn’t argue
with him there! I told him he could start by helping Mark finish
loading the wagon while I finished up my chores in town.
While he and Mark worked on the wagon, Buddy and Dub watched from
the doors of the saloon. “Oh Georgie Boy!” Dub said.
“I think he oughta have a drink with us, don’t you, Dub?” Buddy
stated as they watched him and Mark work.
“You mean, we’re gonna give him something to write about? Huh
Buddy?” They started laughing about it.
They just finished loading the wagon when George felt a slap on his
back. He turned to see Dub. “Well, of all the luck! Running into my
ol’ pal, Georgie Boy!” He wanted George to have a drink with him,
but George didn’t want to. He was waiting for me to come back. Bud
Dub didn’t let him say no. “I got a real surprise for ya!” Dub said
as he grabbed George by the arm and led him toward the saloon.
Mark watched. “Hurry back, George,” he called after him. Mark had an
uneasy feeling about this man.
They walked into the saloon. George felt very uncomfortable as Dub
led him to the bar where Buddy was sitting. They called for drinks
on the house. Then Dub dragged George down the bar. He was mocking
him. "A toast! A toast to the toughest, roughest, fightest, meanest,
cussiest man, critter that ever roped a bronc. GEORGIE BOY COLLINS."
Everyone laughed. Dub led him back down to where Buddy was quietly
sitting. “Of course, he don’t look like much. But underneath he is
George didn’t want to be there. He was scared of them, and for good
reason. He said he needed to get back to the wagon. But as he
started to leave, Buddy tripped him and he fell to the floor. His
book fell out and landed on the floor. George grabbed it as Dub
helped him to his feet. “Georgie Boy, I think you hurt Buddy’s
Mark peaked inside the doors when he heard all the commotion. He
could tell George was in trouble so he ran to find me.
That made Sweeny mad and he demanded them to leave him alone. Buddy
swung around to stare at him. “You asking for a piece of this?” He
asked, acting tough. “Then you better keep your nose behind that
bar, you hear?”
George was sitting at a table, trying to stuff his book back into
his pocket. But Buddy came over and demanded him to give him the
book. “Georgie Boy, last night you were going to read it to me.”
George reached out for it, but Buddy suddenly threw it to Dub and
told him to read it.
Dub sat down, happy to oblige as Buddy towered over George, who was
also sitting down. Dub looked through the book until he found the
passage about Buddy. He read it. “Mr. Smith’s assistant foreman, one
Buddy Link I would liken to a fighting little game cock as are some
men who are wanting in stature-“
Suddenly Buddy interrupted him, wanting to know what that was.
“Stature. You know…how tall you are, how short you are.” Dub started
laughing. “I think he’s calling you a runt!” Buddy gave George a
dirty look and George tried to deny it, but Buddy told him to shut
up. George didn’t want him to. He knew the next part would make him
Dub continued reading. “Link feels the necessity of making his
height seem greater then it is through acts of cruelty-“ Dub
stopped, not recognizing the words that came next. He asked George
what it was then continued reading.
“-malice and such behavior as would be fittin' a spoiled child.” Dub
laughed at Buddy. Buddy was getting very angry. Dub suddenly stood
up as he kicked his chair back and continued reading. “Buddy Link
Suddenly, Buddy couldn’t listen to anymore. “Shut up!” he screamed
at Dub. He grabbed the book from Dub and pushed him roughly out of
the way. His temper was flaring now. He ripped the pages from the
book, then threw it down. Then he reared back and took a hard punch
at George. He was mad that George had called him a runt. He punched
him again as he yelled. I heard the commotion all the way out on the
I saw him punch George several times. I suddenly barged in the door.
I thought it was time Buddy learned what happened when he messed
with my friends! I grabbed Buddy under the arm and roughly dragged
him up to the bar. I was none too nice in the way I did it either as
I slammed him up against the bar. I had a really mean look on my
face, showing him that I meant business.
I knew he was angry, so I immediately grabbed the gun from his
holster and held it up in the air near him. Then I angrily handed to
Everything was suddenly quiet in there. I tended to have that effect
on people when someone made me angry. I turned and looked at Dub,
letting him know I could give him the same treatment if I needed to.
Then I walked over to where George was sitting on the floor. He had
really taken a beating, and he was sitting there like a wounded
child. I reached out to help them out, but changed my mind. He
wasn’t a child. He was a grown man and needed to act like such. “Get
up, George,” I said in that voice that meant it wasn’t a request –
it was an order. I bent over and began picking up the pieces of his
journal that had been thrown all over the floor.
While I was busy handing George the papers from off the floor, Buddy
saw a bottle sitting on the bar and picked it up. He slowly moved
toward me, intending to break it over my head. George saw it and
fear gripped him, but he stayed silent. But I suddenly heard someone
yell my name. I immediately lifted my rifle up and pointed it at
him. I looked at the bottle. Then I looked at George. I knew he had
seen it, and I knew he had been too afraid to say anything. It was
time I taught this cowboy a lesson. Apparently he didn’t hear me the
I didn’t want George to become more afraid, so I sent him out to the
wagon before I got real rough. “Put it back,” I demanded Buddy. I
stuck the barrel of my rifle in his stomach. “Put it back!” I
ordered. Then I pushed him all the way to the bar with the barrel of
my rifle thrust into his stomach. I grabbed him by his collar,
letting him know I meant business. “Put it down!” I ordered.
“Dub!” Buddy suddenly called out as he put the bottle down.
I turned to him and just looked at him. “You gonna give me an
excuse, Dub?” I asked in that authoritative voice of mine. He was
scared of me. I grabbed him and dragged him over by Buddy. I towered
over them and looked straight into their eyes. “Now, I want you to
hear me and hear me good,” I warned them. “You leave him alone, you
Dub agreed. “Right Buddy?” he asked.
Buddy didn’t say anything. “Right Buddy?” I yelled.
Buddy nodded slightly then
turned away from me. As I walked out of the saloon, Buddy started
for me but Dub stopped him. Buddy said, "Big man. I'm not forgetting
you, Big man."
I walked up to the wagon. Mark and George were sitting quietly in
the back as they waited for me. Suddenly, George jumped up. “Mr.
McCain, I don’t think you’ll want me at your place now.” I turned
and looked at him. “I saw Buddy pick up that bottle and I was too
scared to say anything,” he confessed. I could tell that was really
painful for him to say.
I wanted him to try to understand that he wasn’t a coward. “George,
we’re all afraid sometimes,” I stated.
“Well, I was a coward!”
“I don’t look at it that way,” I stated, looking him straight into
the eye. He couldn’t believe that! I reckon he had run into too many
friendly people out here in the West who knew there was more then
one type of person. Mark told George to hop on and we started for
We got George all settled in the barn. He thanked us. “Oh, Pa and
me, we like you, George!” Mark stated for both of us. I smiled at
him. George said we were the first friends he had made in a long
time. We said goodnight and left the barn. I told Mark to close the
door on his way out.
He seemed happier as we left. Maybe my words were finally getting
through to him. George laid down on his cot and took out his
harmonica. He began playing a happy tune. (♫Home on the Range) But
his eased state of mind suddenly left when he heard, “I said get
They were there again – Buddy and Dub. George was scared. Buddy took
George’s mouth organ from him and smashed it with a hammer over and
over. When he was done hammering it, he ordered George to call me
out to the barn. He turned to Dub as he got his gun ready. “Watch
the door. I’m going to cut McCain down to size!”
But little did Buddy know that I had seen them ride in, and I was
ready for them, gun in hand. I waited for the right moment. Buddy
was ordering George to call me out to the barn, but he couldn’t do
it. Suddenly, Buddy slapped him. I rushed in. Pointing my rifle at
them I said, “I’m here!”
I ordered Buddy to drop the gun. He finally did and I told George to
pick it up. Suddenly, Buddy went for the gun on the barrel. I
slammed my rifle down on his hand and held it there tight, anger
over every inch of my face. Buddy tried to take the gun, but I
pushed my rifle down tighter. He was being stubborn. I suddenly hit
him with the rifle, knocking him out. He fell backwards, landing in
Dub’s arms. "Alright, now drag him back where he belongs," I
I watched them leave, grabbing the gun out of a frightened George’s
The next day I was working on the wagon and George was helping me.
As George was getting me something, he saw Buddy and Dub rode up.
But this time they weren’t alone. “Mr. McCain, it’s Mr. Link and the
Whiplash outfit!” he informed me.
I stood from under the wagon and studied them. I still held a hammer
in my hand. Link held the rifle up as sat on his horse. “Mr. McCain,
we came to pay you a visit!”
Mark ran out of the house and over to me. I pushed him back behind
me protectively. Then I turned and stared at these boys. I knew I
was in trouble. His boys were all around me. He told me to step out
and put down my hammer. Then he got off his horse and held a shotgun
on me. “Alright, take him boys!” Link ordered.
I turned and punched one man. Mark suddenly raced forward to fight
for me. I yelled his name, not wanting him to get hurt, but someone
tackled me as Dub grabbed him. There were four men hitting and
kicking me over and over as I struggled to get away. They had me
pinned down on the ground. I was getting a really good beating!
Mark continued to struggle in Dub’s arms. He didn’t like them
beating up on me.
Buddy finally held up his hand. “Alright, that’s enough!” He stated.
“Drag him over here and let me finish it.”
I could hardly stand as the dragged me over to where he was. Dub
carried Mark over to the wagon where George was. Both George and
Mark begged Dub to stop him. They were afraid Buddy was going to
Buddy whipped my hat off and threw it down. Then he pointed to his
eye where I had hit him with my rifle the night before. He punched
me hard, paying me back.
“Big man,” he joked at me. “This one’s for the bar room.” He punched
me hard in the stomach.
“I’m gonna chop you down to size!” he said as he punched me in the
face again. My face hurt badly now.
Mark watched with frustration. He wanted to do something to help me.
After that last punch, he suddenly rushed up to me, grabbing Buddy.
But Buddy pushed Mark away. Mark fell down into the dirt hard.
George couldn’t stand it! Buddy continued punching me over and over!
I groaned at the pain. George turned then and saw a hammer laying in
the back of the wagon. He picked it up and suddenly hit Dub in the
back of the head. Dub fell to the ground, out cold! George grabbed
the shotgun he had been holding.
“Alright, stop it!” George suddenly yelled. “Stop it right now!” He
was holding the shotgun toward us, trying to get their attention.
But Buddy was too busy punching me. George shot the gun into the
air. That got their attention.
Buddy suddenly threw me down on the ground. I lay there, hurting too
much to move. Mark ran over to me and put his arms on me, checking
to see how bad I really was. “I mean it, Mr. Link!”
Buddy and the boys came towards George. Buddy nodded at the boys to
back off. He held his gloves in his hand. “Professor, put down that
gun or I’ll kill ya!” he demanded, thinking he could scare George.
But George had had enough of his bullying. “You’ve pushed me about
as far as you’re going to, Mr. .Link. You go for that gun and I’ll
shoot!” He held the shotgun steadily on him.
I sent Mark for my rifle.
“You only got that one shot. Then they’ll get ya!” Buddy stated,
still using his courageous voice.
“You want that one shot?” George answered back, never wavering from
Suddenly, Buddy was no longer smiling. He was posed, his hand near
his gun as he thought on this. Dub came to and hobbled over to
Buddy. “You aren’t afraid of him, are ya?” He asked Buddy.
Buddy was afraid and everyone could see it. But he tried to hold on
to that false sense of courage he had carried around with him. His
hand moved as he contemplated drawing on him. His lips were shaking
and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. “Go on, Buddy!” Dub
Everyone stared at him, waiting to see what he would do. I had my
rifle trained, prepared to shoot him if he drew. But as everyone
watched, we all saw the look of cowardness sweep over his face. He
hand began to lower as he had already made up his mind to back away.
I lowered my gun knowing that George had won his battle.
Defeated and alone, Buddy just stood there as all his disappointed
men got on their horses and rode away, leaving him there with the
realization of what had just happened.
Mark wanted me to do something. “Pa, are you going to just let him
get away with it?” He asked.
But in that moment, I saw a true coward. “He didn’t get away with
anything, son,” I stated.
We watched in silence a shamed Buddy climbed on his horse and rode
away – rejected and alone.
Mark was proud of George. "You sure did made him back down," Mark
stated. I was pretty proud of him myself! He proved that he wasn’t a
But George didn’t see it that way. "I couldn't pull the trigger!” he
threw me the shotgun in frustration. I know I couldn't do it. I'm
still a coward." He looked disappointed in himself. “I’ll get my
I couldn’t believe he was still beating himself up! “Mark, go get
his book.” I watched George walk toward the barn. It was time he
learned what being brave was all about.
George was angrily packing his things. I took his book from Mark.
“Mended your book, George. I must admit that I did a little reading
in it. You paint some mighty clear pictures with your words.”
He snatched the book from my hand. “Things I’d never have the
courage to say to a man’s face!”
"If they are true, they needed to be said. It takes a lot of courage
to write about what you see, without being afraid. The kind you
showed against the Whiplash boys. They could have killed you!"
“I know that!” He snapped at me.
“Yet you stood up to them! You
knew all the time you couldn’t pull that trigger. You were willing
to die to stop a wrong from being done. That’s courage,” I stated.
Mark was really thinking on what I said. “Pa’s right! That is being
brave! Kind of a different way.”
I could tell that George was finally being able to understand that
he wasn’t a coward, and never had been. He picked up his stuff and
got ready to leave. I stopped him. "The country around here could
use your kind type of man. There must be some towns around here that
need men to work on their newspapers."
"I'm gonna try it," said George. We shook hands on it. Mark and I
smiled. We were happy for him. “Where do I start?” He suddenly
I told him he could start by sticking around for a few days so we
could talk about it. I watched his face. It sure was good to see the
confidence on his face!
But suddenly, Mark had an announcement of his own. “Well, how about
let’s eating! I’m hungry!”
That boy of mine is always hungry!
Carpenter played George Collins. He was the one thant
Billy Lehigh kept picking on.
Carpenter's letter to Cowgirl
appeared in two episodes ― Home Ranch
as Billy Lehigh, he was one of Jackford's bullies who helped burn
down the McCain's home ― The Coward
as Buddy Link, he's the one who
beat on Georgie Boy Collins in the saloon and Lucas at his ranch. In
both episodes, his initials were B. L.
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.
appeared in four episodes ― The Mind Reader as John Hallager, he was
the man killed that Billy Mathis (Michael Landon) was accused of
The Coward as Ben Smith,
the Trail Boss of the cattle drive ―
as the warden of the
New Mexico Territorial Prison
The '7' Prisoners
Deadly Image as
Len Richards, he was the one who
accused Lucas of killing his brother.
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.
Bill Quinn appeared in thirty-eight episodes as Sweeney the owner/bartender of The North Fork Saloon.
Sweeney was first introduced to The Rifleman in The Marshal.
Jimmie Booth was in five episodes ― Shivaree as a Barfly ―
as one of the
townsmen ― The Challenge as
one of the townsmen ― The Three Legged Terror
as one of the cowboys at the picnic ― The Coward as the cowboy
sitting at a table in the restaurant of the hotel.
as one of the barfly's.
Michael Jeffers appeared in five
The Blowout as
the diner proprietor
as a barfly ― Mail Order Groom
as the hotel clerk ― A Case
of Identity as one of the townsmen ―
Lou Mallory as one of
the cowboys helping Lou get her hotel in order.
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
Ethan Laidlaw appeared in
quite a few times unaccredited ―
as a townsfolk — The Mind Reader as a townsman in
the audience — Legacy as the man at the funeral —
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 —
of Tin as a townsfolk ― The Day the Town
Slept as a townsman.
George Bruggeman appeared two
The Coward as one of Ben Smith's cowhand ― Seven
as one of the 'seven' prisoners.
The '7' Prisoners
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