"Welcome to the
Written and directed by Sam Peckinpah
This episode introduces Micah Torrance, a former lawman turned alcoholic.
One day I was headed for the saloon for a nice cold beer when a drunk
stumbled out. He was so drunk that he couldn’t put one foot in front of the
other, and I watched him fall over flat on his face. My heart immediately
went out to him. I bent over to help him up.
asked him if he needed help, and he told me he just needed another drink. I
offered to buy him a cup of coffee. “Coffee,” he moaned sarcastically, then
he passed out.
Well, Fred walked up about this time and asked me who it was. I told him
that it was just some old bum. He studied the man closely. “No. No, that’s
not just some other old bum, Lucas. That’s Micah Torrance. Not much left.
But when I knew him, he was the finest peace officer on the board.” I handed
Fred my rifle and helped Micah to his feet. We carried him over to the jail
to let him sleep it off.
“Food, clothing, shelter…Thank you, sir.” Micah said the next day as he
looked into his coffee cup. Fred introduced him to me. When I told him I’d
heard a lot about him, he stated that it was nothing complimentary. He was
feeling sorry for himself, telling me he was useless, and that he got this
way by being too fast with his gun. Then he stood up and asked for money.
“I’ll pay you back.”
This man needed to see things for the way they really are. “No you won’t
you’re a drunk,” I stated, never one to mince words. “I wouldn’t give you a
dime for a drink, but I’ll give you a job.” But still, this man was feeling
sorry for himself, thinking he was useless. He was another one that needed
his faith in himself restored.
“Doing what, swatting flies?” Micah said pitifully.
“Building fences, mister. Hire out to me, you’ll do a man’s work.” I told
him sternly. For good measure, I added, “If there’s any man left.”
Micah stood up and stated, “Mr. McCain, you got yourself a hand. One of ‘em
anyway.” He had told us earlier that he had been shot in the arm and the
nerve had been damaged, leaving it useless. I couldn’t help but to think
that some of that was in his head – not his hand.
Meanwhile, my boy Mark was at home cleaning the floors. It wasn’t one of
his favorite things to do and he always complained when having to do it.
Today was no different. As we walked into the house, I smiled as he looked
disgustingly at the mop he was squeezing out. “It’s women’s work. And I
don’t cotton to it!” he declared.
I introduced him to Micah and told him he’d be helping us build a corral.
They shook hands and something in their eyes sparkled. They took an instant
liking too each other, which was good. He needed the influence of a young
boy to encourage him. Micah told me he’d sleep in the barn, regardless of my
invitation for him to sleep inside with us. “Later,” he stated. “For the
next for nights, I’m companion to owls and brother of the dragons,” he told
me. “You know what it means.” I did, but Mark didn’t. I’m sure he’d ask me
about that later!
It didn’t take long for Micah to realize that it would be harder than he
thought. He was working on the corral when things got really rough and he
found himself needing a drink. Mark had a soft heart and didn’t really
understand why Micah was so sick. I knew that hard work was the best thing
to help him get through the withdrawal. Mark felt sorry for him and went to
offer to help. I had to be stern with both of them. “Do your own work,
Mark.” I ordered harshly. Mark gave me a dirty look, thinking I was being
mean. I know it was hard for a ten year old boy to understand these things.
That night at supper, Micah was having even more trouble. He needed a drink
really bad. "I've got visitors Lucas," said Micah. Mark of course didn’t
understand this. "I don't see nobody," said Mark. "Just the case of the
whips and jingles. I better be getting back to town," said Micah. Mark asked
what was the whips and jingles. Micah told him that he had a big one right
on his shoulder. "Oh Animals of a sort. They come in various shapes and
sizes.....pretty big usually." Now you wouldn't know it, but I got a big one
sittin' on my shoulder right now." “Saddle me a horse, Lucas,” Micah begged.
I told him no. “I can’t do it, I tell ya'! I’ve got to leave!” Micah
I wasn’t going to let him give up that easily. I knew he could do it. “Then
start walking. You oughta make to town by sun up.” I didn’t look at Mark,
but I could tell he was upset with me, not understanding why I was being so
tough with him. Micah got up and walked out the door, but I knew he wouldn’t
get far. I knew he had to figure this out for himself.
Mark stood up to rush out the door after him, but I grabbed his arm and told
him to finish eating. “You can’t help him.” Mark was frustrated. I continued
to be stern with him, but I knew he didn’t understand what was going on. So,
I thought it was time I did my best to help him understand – some at least.
“Micah used to be a peace officer, son. One of the best. When he got hurt,
he went all the way to the bottom. Now he’s afraid. He’s afraid to carry a
gun. He’s afraid to pin on a star. So he drinks too much.”
Mark thought about this for a second, then he said, “Whisky, ya' mean.” I
nodded. “I know just how he feels!” Mark suddenly declared.
Oh, the things boys say! I turned and looked puzzled at him, afraid to even
ask him what that meant. He was more than willing to explain it to me. “I
took a big swallow once. Arch Quinn dared me. Guess I felt sick for an hour
I was a bit surprised that my boy did such a thing. The next words I said
held a lot of hope. “I bet that taught you a lesson,”
I stated, still trying to come to terms with what he just told me.”
“It sure did. Taught Arch too. He got sick just watching me,” Mark laughed.
I guess that I didn’t need to go into any lectures at this point then.
Micah walked back in then and announced to me that he was useless. Again, I
ignored him. Mark finally decided to adopt my idea of tough love. “Whisky
make you work better?” Mark asked. I was a little shock, but pleased with my
boy. “Supper will.” I knew that Micah’s self-pity was doomed for sure now!
While we were at home eating supper, three men walked into the hotel. No one
knew it at the time, but they were there to perform an event that would
change North Fork for all times! The men walked into the hotel and declared
that they wanted a room. Nancy Moore, the desk clerk, asked the two brothers
to sign in. “We ain’t spelling men, Florry Shelton declared.
“Just make your mark, boys,” the third man, Lloyd Carpenter suggested. So
they did. Then Lloyd decided to turn on his charm with this pretty young
lady. He took his time signing his name as he introduced himself. Nancy
smiled at him and introduced herself as well. It was clear that he was
interested in getting to know her better. “He’s too old for you, Nancy.
Besides, you don’t know anything about him.” Fred, her uncle, declared from
the chair in the lobby where he was reading his newspaper.
“I’ve grown up, Uncle Fred,” Nancy reminded him. He didn’t argue too much,
but reminded her that there was more to growing up than putting on a little
weight. The Shelton brothers came back down the stairs and asked the marshal
if he knew of anyone by the name of Micah Torrance hanging around. Being a
bit too trusting of these visitors, he told him that Micah was out at my
The brothers made their way to saloon to get drunk. It didn’t take long. The
two started roughhousing in the saloon and were making a big mess. Everyone
ran out while they worked on wrecking the place. Fred walked in and told
them to stop. Lloyd came in also, acting like he was on the marshal’s sided.
“Now, what in heaven’s name do you boys think you’re doing? You oughta be
ashamed of yourselves! Breaking up property, disturbing the peace like
that!” he declared.
Well, I guess the marshal had a soft heart because he allowed Lloyd to talk
him into letting the boys pay for the damage and leave the saloon. If only
the marshal had known the whole thing was a plot! The Shelton's told Lloyd
that they would take care of Torrance the next day.
Well, they stuck to their promise. The next morning, Micah was working on
the corral when they showed up. “My my, how the might have fallen!” they
Micah looked up and recognized them right away. “Well, well…If it ain’t the
Shelton boys,” he declared. “It must have been ten years or so since I
straightened you boy out. I figured you’d be hung by now.”
“We don’t hang easy,” they declared. Then they told Micah that they had come
to finish him off. Micah
told them he no longer carried a gun, so they threw one to him. Little did
the boys know that I was there ready for them. “Not today, boys!” I
announced my presence. “Ride out. You’re trespassing.” They had heard about
me and knew they didn’t want to go up against me. But before leaving, they
promised Micah they would be back.
I came up to Micah, a solemn look on my face. He knew what I was thinking. I
had a small boy who would be endangered if he stayed here. Micah had grown
to love and care for both of us since he arrived, so he understood. I
apologized, because I wish he could stay. But no matter how much I’ve grown
to care for this man, my son had to come first. “Stay the night?” I asked. I
didn’t figure they’d be back today.
These bad boys brewed up more trouble at the saloon that afternoon. They
went back to the saloon “I think this is a puny no account saloon in a puny,
no account town. Mr. Bartender, you have been paid! In advance!” they
declared. Then they again began throwing things and shooting up the place.
Lloyd walked in and asked the brothers if they had finished off Micah yet.
They told him that they had met me, and Lloyd said that he’d heard talk
around town about me. Marshal Thomlinson walked in then and told the Shelton
brothers that they would be staying the night in jail tonight, and riding
out of town tomorrow. Lloyd thought it was time to tell him who he really
was. “Now don’t be hasty, Marshal. I plan on staying,” Lloyd declared.
“Your privilege,” the marshal answered. “But these boys are leaving.”
“Nope. You don’t understand. These are my boys, Uncle Fred.”
That’s when the problems really started. Fred tried to get all three of them
in front of him, but Lloyd was blood-thirsty. He shot and killed my friend.
Lloyd was tired of the Shelton’s antics. He hadn’t wanted to come here in
the first place. He figured he’d have to take care of things himself and
told the brothers that he would personally deliver me into town so they
would be able to get to the Marshal by themselves.
Lloyd came to the ranch and told me. I didn’t know who he was, but he told
me the whole town was scared and needed me to come help get rid of these
boys. Fred was my friend, and I didn’t like bad boys coming into town
thinking they could take it over. After all, this is my boys town. So I
agreed to go in with this stranger.
Micah saw things more clear than me, though. He saw Mark crying and came
into the barn to stop me from going.
“You’re making a mistake,” Micah tried to warn me.
But I was too mad to listen. “No. This is my town and Fred was my friend. I
didn’t ask for this but it came. I’ll handle it.”
“You’re way too quick with that rifle, Lucas Boy!” Micah declared (hm…”Lucas
Boy,” it may grow on me…). “Your riding in on nothing by the word of a
stranger with an easy way and a hole in his hat.” I told him I’d keep my eye
on him. “You better. You don’t know who he is or where he came from.”
Micah seemed really sure of himself. “Maybe you oughta come along,” I
declared without turning from my horse.
“Somebody should,” Micah answered.
I quickly turned my head and looked at him. There was still doubt in his
eyes. I wanted him to see my disappointment. He knew I was in danger, yet he
still hesitated. “Stay here with Mark,” I declared.
As he watched me ride out with the stranger, Micah told Mark I was riding in
on more than I could handle. My boy had faith in me though and stated I was
the best shot in the world. “That ain’t always enough,” Micah declared.
“He’s a fool going in blind like that.”
This upset Mark. Mark knew Micah should have gone in to help. “So, who are
you to talk? You aren’t a marshal anymore! Who are you to tell my father
what to do?” he declared boldly. Micah looked at him, knowing that he was
right. Micah was being a fool too. So he hurried into the barn to get ready.
Mark came to apologize. Micah was getting his shotgun ready and told Mark to
saddle him a horse. He had to go in and do his duty.
"Sorry Micah," said Mark. "What are those?"
"Shotgun slugs boy. Carries three times as buckshot." "They came in handy
once, maybe they will again," said Micah. "Now go get me a horse!"
The town was eerily quiet as I walked in. Not a person was on the street.
Not a sound could be heard. As I rode in, I was a bit skeptical about what
exactly I was up against. Lloyd told me he’d go on ahead. I waited. I
watched and listened. I listened for the least slightest noise. The noise
was a rusty hinge squeaking on a door. I fired my shot. Boom! It killed
Suddenly, I felt a shot hit me and I fell over in pain. Another shot hit me.
I laid motionless on the ground.
Andrew felt victorious. “Hey Florry, did you see? I got me that rifleman!
Hey Lloyd, did you see? I got him! It was me, wasn’t it?” he declared.
“Yeah. You got him,” Lloyd answered.
Andrew ran to tell his brother. “And he got Florry.” Andrew went to find
Florry and was saddened that he had died. Andrew took off his hat and
said..... "Why Florry, you ugly old devil. You went & got yourself kilt."
I started moving, and Lloyd asked Andrew if he wanted to kill me.
Andrew did, of course. But as he stepped out to take care of me, a shot rang
out. Boom! It was Micah. He had come to help after all!
Now it was just the two of them – Micah and Lloyd. Lloyd was sure Micah
didn’t have a chance. As he slowly aimed, Micah quickly shot him dead in one
shot! It was over. Micah came to my aid.
I had gotten hurt pretty bad and was laying in one of the cells. The doctor
had bandaged me up pretty good. Micah was wearing the star on his chest. He
had immediately taken over, and I couldn’t have been more proud of him.
Micah suggested I stay in town for a few days. But Mark wouldn’t have it.
“No,” Mark declared. “I’m taking him home with me!”
A look of pride came on my face. My boy was so grown up! He didn’t want
anyone else to take care of me. Micah was beginning to realize just what
kind of family he had hooked up with. “All right, son. But I’ll ride out
every few days just to keep an eye on things,” Micah declared.
“All right, Marshal.” Calling him Marshal brought smiles to all of our
So, that’s how Micah and I came to be best friends. And that’s how my best
friend came to be “The Marshal!”
*Sam Peckinpah was the creator of
The Rifleman and he wrote
The Sharpshooter — Home Ranch
He wrote & directed The Marshal — The Boarding
House — The Money Gun — The Babysitter
I'm sure glad he added
piddlin' stuff.....James Drury
appeared in two episodes ― The Marshal
as Lloyd Carpenter, he's the cowboy who
shot & killed Marshal Thomlinson ― Death Trap as Spicer, the cowboy who
wanted Stark dead.
Warren Oates appeared in five episodes ―
The Marshal as Andrew
Shelton, he is the brother who took off his hat and
said..... "Why Florry, you ugly old devil. You went & got yourself kilt" ―
Bloodlines as Jud Malackie, he's the brother Micah
knocked the gun out of his hand
― The Prodigal as Santos
― Miss Milly as Marty Ryan,
the heavy of the two ― Day of Reckoning as Will Breen,
he's the one wearing the derby.
Warren Oates played a brother in three episodes - Bloodlines -
The Marshal - Day of Reckoning.
Robert J. Wilke appeared in six episodes ―
The Marshal as Florry Sheldon, he was one
of the Sheldon brothers who wanted to kill Micah ― The Pet as the
heavy Haskins, the dude who killed Flecker.
Armstrong played Sheriff/Marshal Fred Tomlinson in two
episodes — The Sharpshooter
and The Marshal.
Abby Dalton as Nancy Moore. She was the niece of Marshal Fred Thomlinson
and the clerk behind the desk at the hotel.
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.
was in four episodes ― The
Marshal as the
― The Babysitter as a Barfly ― None So Blind
as one of the townsmen ― Panic as one of the townsmen that goes to
Lucas' to help burn down the ranch.
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.
appeared in twenty-three episodes as Johnny Crawford's stuntman. Not sure who doubled for Johnny in the episode of
Requiem at Mission Springs but he is a possibility, especially after that bad tumble Mark took.
Did you ever wonder what happen to Nancy Moore? Where did she go, what did
she do? Here is a great story based on this episode when Nancy returns to
North Fork, it's called
Saving Vernon by Michelle Palmer.
What a great story, I know you will really enjoy this!
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