"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
The Three-Legged Terror
I’ve always had a wonderful relationship with my son. I love my son and
discipline him appropriately and fairly. Sometimes it’s hard for me to
remember that not every child has been treated with the utmost love and
the one responsible for bringing him up. Well, I met a man one
day who indeed hadn’t had the loving father he needed. This is his story.
But first, I must tell you how this particular day began before I met this
boy named Johnny Clover. You see, I had sent Mark outside to get started for
school. But when I came out a bit later, I saw Mark leaning against Blue Boy
and daydreaming. I hade to call his name a couple times before he suddenly
snapped to attention. I shook my head as I walked over to him. It didn’t
take me long to figure out what he was daydreaming about. “Pa, I was
noticing the barn. It sure could use a cleaning,” Mark commented.
I couldn’t argue with him there! “Well, it sure could!” I agreed. “Now, tell
me something. How come you never notice things like that on a Saturday?” I
knew exactly where his little brain was going with this. His excuses never
worked! I don’t know why he kept trying.
“Well, I just happened to notice it now. And I could clean it up good while
you’re in town,” he smiled so innocently at me.
I couldn’t keep from asking, “What about school?”
“School?” Mark knew he had been figured out. But he tried to ask the
“School,” I repeated, making my question clear.
“Oh, well…” I could tell Mark’s brain was working hard to come up with an
answer. “Oh, well…Miss. Adams says I’m doing good, and missing one day
wouldn’t hurt…much?” The much was said with a lot of hope.
I decided to give him what he wanted. “All right, son, you can swamp out the
barn,” I stated. This pleased Mark and he smiled, believing that he had
managed to wear me down. So I finished my sentence quickly. “After you get
back to school.” I think he knew he should have left the whole matter alone
to start out with. But that’s what I call creative discipline! I smiled at
him. “Now mount up. We’ll ride in together!”
After Mark got up onto his horse, he still wasn’t too thrilled about going
to school and he didn’t even try to hurry his horse up, so I bent over and
gave Blue Boy a hard smack to get him going.
We rode in together, father and son side by side. What a peaceful scene that
would be for any passers-by. This would be one of the things that remained
etched out in my memory for many years to come. I rode with Mark all the way
to the schoolhouse. I watched Mark climb down from his horse and tie him up.
Then I rode off.
I hadn’t gotten too far when I suddenly heard my son yelling for me to come
back. "Pa, Pa, come quick!" At the sound of my boy’s voice, I quickly raced
back, fearing there was some trouble. "Pa come on," Mark yelled impatiently.
When I was back in the schoolyard, I jumped off and grabbed my rifle just in
case I would need it. "What's the matter son?" I asked.
"It's Miss Adams," said Mark.
I rushed into the classroom and started toward her desk at the front, but
Mark grabbed me by the arm and stopped me. Then he guided me to where she
was laying on the floor, unconscious! I quickly laid my rifle on a desk and
bent down to see what I could do. I told Mark to go get me some water. I
started wiping her face, hoping the doctor wouldn’t be needed.
Mark started walking around the classroom, surveying the damage. Desks were
overturned, books torn apart, and papers were stern all over the place.
"Boy, somebody doesn't like school," Mark remarked. Then Mark noticed a
drawing on the blackboard. I heard him quietly mutter, "Johnny Clover."
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing Pa," Mark said quickly. He didn’t want me to get Johnny into
"You mean Johnny Clover did this?" I asked, expecting him to answer.
But Mark was remaining loyal to Johnny. He knew I had heard him. "I don't
mean nothing," he insisted.
Miss Adams started coming to at that point. As I helped her sit up, she
became shocked when she noticed the destruction that had been done to her
classroom. As she sat on the floor trying to recover from fainting spell,
she told me about what happened. She had just opened the school and came
into the room when someone grabbed her. He put his hand over her mouth.
While she was struggling, she must have fainted. I asked her if she knew who
it was, but she only stated that she didn't see him. I could tell she was
protecting someone, just like Mark was. That’s when I decided to ask point
blankly, “Could it have been Johnny Clover?”
I could tell by the look on her face that it was. "What ever gave you that
idea," she asked a bit surprised.
Mark admitted that he gave the name away. "Me, Miss Adams, I saw the
picture. There isn't anyone else who can draw like that," Mark explained.
Being on the town council, I knew I’d have to take some sort of action. But
first I wanted to see what the damage was, so naturally, I wondered if
anything was stolen. Miss. Adams insisted Johnny wasn’t a thief, but I
insisted that she look anyway. While she was doing this, I pulled Mark aside
to find out exactly who this Clover kid was. I wasn’t sure if I knew him or
“Yeah. He’s the boy who’s pa was killed in the stampede at last year’s round
up,” Mark answered. I did remember him. His uncle had come out to take care
of him and the ranch. I was surprised Johnny was in school since he must
have been at least 18 years old! “He sure did look funny in class!” my boy
Miss Adams heard this and she let Mark and I know what she thought about
that statement. “You children made that very plain to him, Mark.” I must say
I agreed with her that Mark’s comment and actions weren’t pleasing.
"He's a very smart boy, Mr. McCain, and a good student. He just never had a
chance to settle in school. He and his pa were always moving around so
Miss. Adams reported that Johnny had only taken paper and crayons. I wanted
to go see Micah about pressing charges, but Miss Adams didn't want any
trouble for the boy. She was hoping that Johnny would come back to school or
maybe go off to a better one. He has a wonderful mind and a wonderful
talent, as she put it. I told her that was her choice. But since I was part
of the School Board, I had to tell her that we would want someone to pay for
the damages. I told her I would go out and speak to the boy’s uncle and see
if he would be willing to pay for the damage.
Well, it was quite a task to get to his ranch. I had to go over a creek and
through the woods to get there. I didn’t get the feeling Mr. Fremont was all
that happy to see me either. I asked to see Johnny and he demanded that I
tell him why I wanted to see him. I told him I wanted to talk to Johnny
about school, and he proceeded to inform me that he knew Johnny wasn’t
going. He didn’t care if the boy went if he wanted to, but with his age, he
was getting a little too old to go to school. “He can read and write and
figure, and I guess he reckons that’s all a man needs to know to feed
himself. Can’t say I blame him. Oh, not that I don’t hold to education. I
do. But, a man can have too much of it. She had him wasting good working
time drawing pretty pictures. Now, that’s nothing for a boy near a man to be
doing. I reckon that’s why he stopped going to school,” Mr. Freemont tried
But I was here to inform him that he had been to school. I told him what he
had done to the school. “Smashed everything up: desks, chairs, tore up
school books.” I told him it was going to cost quite a bit to repair all the
damage. Mr. Freemont seemed surprised that I was asking him to pay for it. I
kindly reminded him that Johnny was his nephew, and that made him
responsible. Fremont was reluctant to pay for any damages and said he would
think on how to pay for what the boy had done. Money was not a crop around
I started to leave, but stopped to tell him something else.. “Oh, and you
can tell your nephew that in spite of what he’s done, Miss. Adams still
wants him to come back to school.” As I rode away, I thought the visit had
gone well and believed that Freemont would assist us as much as possible.
Little did I know what kind of man this Freemont really was. He had no love
for the boy. While we were talking, Johnny had been sitting in the barn
drawing a picture. As Freemont watched me ride away, he muttered,
“Co-operative.” Then he picked up a strap from the porch and went to find
Johnny. Well, he found the boy all right. And he immediately let Johnny know
what he thought of him.
“So you was at the school,” Freemont stated to Johnny.
“At the school?” Johnny questioned as he continued on his drawing.
“I told you I didn’t want you wasting no time on that drawing!” he suddenly
yelled at Johnny. He grabbed the pad out of Johnny’s hand and threw it on
Johnny stood up and angrily threw his pencil down. “I remember you telling
me that!” Johnny screamed at him. “I remember you making that quite clear in
our first talk as we was walking back from pa’s burying.”
Freemont stated that no kin was going to be any better then him. He didn’t
want Johnny to be fancy talking and looking down on him. “But you got no
cause to bring trouble upon this house. Strangers demanding money for your
stinking tricks. Well, I’m going to take it out of your hide in advance!”
Freemont sneered at Johnny.
Johnny screamed at Freemont, telling him he wasn’t going to “log” him, but
Freemont grabbed him and threw him down on the ground. Then he raised the
strap to beat him.
When I got back to town, I picked Mark up and we went to talk to Toomey
about the price for repairs. Toomey was telling us what he was going to have
to do to fix the school benches. I wanted to know how much it was going to
cost me, and reminded him that it was the school board’s money, not mine.
“I’ll charge you for the materials and throw the labor in free,” Toomey
I didn’t figure I could ask for more then that. But Mark, my good little
boy, spoke up with his opinion. “He could throw in the materials, pa,” he
I immediately reprimanded him for saying that, but Toomey laughed. He called
Mark a Yankee trader. Then he stated, “I’ll tell you what, Mark. I’ll give
you the best price I got…nothing.”
Mark was happy about this, but my boy was on a roll and he wasn’t about to
stop yet! “And will you buy a ticket to the covered dish picnic?” I
couldn’t believe this boy!
Suddenly, we heard gunshots coming from the saloon. I rushed out to see what
was going on, and naturally Mark and Toomey rushed out after me. Come to
find out, it was Johnny Clover! "Johnny Clover's drunk and he's shooting up
Micah and I walked in to see Johnny trying to get Sweeny to give him a
bottle. Micah told Johnny to put the gun away, but Johnny was very drunk and
being very uncooperative. I told Johnny he better do like Micah said, but he
said he didn’t have to put the gun away.
Micah looked at Sweeny then. “You don’t know when to stop selling liquor, do
you?” he accused. But Sweeny insisted that Johnny was drunk when he came
into the saloon. Johnny went off again telling us that he wanted some more
to drink. I again ordered him to put the gun away.
“You don’t want anymore trouble then you’ve already got, do you?” I asked
him. At this point, all I cared about was getting that gun away from Johnny.
A young, inexperienced drunk with a gun made me really nervous!
“More trouble?” At first he didn’t know what I was talking about. But then
he remembered. “Oh, the school. Yeah, you told my Uncle Gus about that and
he tried to lick me. But he ain’t going to do that no more. You know why?
Because today I licked him! I whaled the living daylights out of him!”
Johnny seemed pretty proud of himself about this fact. I couldn’t help but
feel sorry for him. “And that’s why I’m celebrating.”
Micah informed him the celebration was over. Again, I asked him to put the
gun away. He was getting more upset, and I was really nervous about what he
would do with that gun. He demanded me to put mine away. Because I was
afraid of what he might do with that gun, I put it away, hoping that would
convince him to put his down as well. It didn’t work though. I put my rifle
on the counter and reached out for his gun, but he pulled away. He asked me
if I was going to wallop him. “No, I’m not going to wallop you,” I assured
“I bet you wallop hard!” Suddenly, Johnny saw my son standing at the doors.
“Hey, can he, Mark?”
Suddenly, my head spun around. Mark knew better then coming in here in the
first place! I was already angry with Johnny, and the thought of my son
being included in this trouble made me even more angry! “Stay out of here,
Mark!” I demanded.
Mark started to obey me, but then Johnny demanded him to stay there. Then he
changed his mind and demanded Mark to come over to him.
Again, I told him to stay out. But Johnny trumped me when he told Mark he’d
shoot me if he didn’t come in. This got to Mark. He felt he had no choice.
Mark slowly walked forward. "If you hurt him…" I started. It was one thing
that he was threatening me with a gun. This was a whole other matter and it
made me mad!
Johnny quickly interrupted me. “I’m not going to hurt him! I just want to
ask him a question!”
Mark was nervous about this situation too. He didn’t know what to think
about all this! So he quietly asked him what the question was. It wasn’t
exactly a question, though. It was more like an accusation. "Now he wallops
hard, don't he," asked Johnny?
Now, I’ve always taught Mark to tell the truth. He did without hesitation.
"My Pa never wallops me," Mark stated.
This wasn’t exactly the news Johnny wanted to hear. He was surprised, to say
the least, that not all kids were treated with the harshness he had always
been treated with. "Alright Johnny, you got your question answered, now put
the gun away," Micah stated.
But Johnny wasn’t satisfied. He was upset that he had been treated so
cruelly his whole life while Mark was disciplined in a loving, nurturing
way. "But that ain't fair!” Johnny cried, feeling defeated. “I've been
walloped almost everyday of my life. You mean to tell me he never smacked
you," Johnny asked, almost hoping Mark would tell him something differently.
I didn’t want my son in any more danger then he was already in. For this
reason, I told Mark to keep quiet.
"That ain't fair! That just ain't fair!” Johnny was so upset. He kept the
gun on me and demanded, “Mr. McCain, you wallop him!”
"Johnny, listen to me," Micah started.
But Johnny didn’t give him a chance to talk. "Shut up! You gotta lick kids!
That’s what my Uncle Gus says. That's the only way to raise a kid. Now you
lick him good!" Johnny was so upset – too upset. I knew he could very easily
pull that trigger. My son was there with us, and I didn’t want to take any
chances. Micah was getting desperate and started to say something to me, but
I stopped him.
I slowly started taking off my belt. I had a plan on how to end this thing,
but I had to be very careful not to spook Johnny. Johnny asked me what I was
doing. “Got to have something to wallop him with, don’t I?” I slowly removed
my belt and held it in my hand. Then I told Mark to come here. He stayed
where he was, but Johnny looked away to see what Mark would do. Mark took a
step forward. I used that distracting moment to hit the gun out of Johnny’s
hand with my belt. Johnny bent down to pick his gun up and I slapped him
across the face with my belt. He fell to the floor.
I took him to Micah’s office to sober him up. Then we had a talk. "You do
wallop hard Mr. McCain," Johnny stated.
I had only done what I had to do. "Well it was no more then you deserved
boy.” I pointed this out. I know he had gotten more beatings then he ever
deserved, and that’s what made him act like that.
Now that Johnny was sobering up, he was more agreeable with me. "Your right
sir. I don't know what came over me. I've been doin' some pretty wild
things" Johnny’s voice held genuine regret.
"What do you have against the school?" Micah suddenly asked. It was time to
get down to the heart of the matter. Johnny stated he did enjoy going to
school and still wants to go, but Micah pointed out that he had a poor way
of showing it.
“I don’t know what got into me. I was going by the school. All I meant to do
was to go in and get some paper and crayons. Well, I didn’t want to talk to
her. Well, she’s always talking to me about how I should really be going to
school. How I should maybe go away and study drawing pictures. Well, I
couldn’t stand to hear that.” I felt sorry for him. I knew he had it rough,
but like Micah said, he did a lot more then just take paper and crayons.
Johnny continued with his story while Mark, Micah, and I listened quietly.
“Well, I was in there. And it came over me how it wasn’t fair. How if I
couldn’t go to school on account of my Uncle Gus…How if he made me say that
I didn’t want to, then it wasn’t fair. And then they shouldn’t be able to go
either. Well, I just smashed everything.”
My eyes were filled with sorrow for his boy. But tough love was a weapon I
used on many people, and he would be no exception, so I agreed with him – he
had smashed everything. Again, he started making excuses. “Well, I didn’t
want them to have something I couldn’t have.”
“Just the dog in the manger,” Micah suddenly stated. Johnny couldn’t deny
that. Johnny apologized. I believe he really was sorry. But Micah stated,
“That don’t put back together what you smashed. And in the saloon you might
have killed somebody”
Johnny knew he had done wrong. But now we had to discuss his paying for the
damage. Micah asked him if his uncle would pay for the damage. This set
Johnny off again. It was obvious that Johnny was scared of his uncle. He
didn’t want to go back there. “I’ll get a job. I’ll pay you back somehow,”
Mark had sat quietly the whole entire time we were there. But suddenly, she
stood up and walked over to me. My head quickly shot over to him when he
walked up right beside me and stated, “You could give him a job, pa! There’s
a lot of work to be done around our barn.” I couldn’t help but give him a
dirty look. First of all, he opened up a big can of worms by saying that;
and second of all, I couldn’t help but to think my son was trying to get out
of cleaning the barn!
Johnny jumped at the opportunity. I asked him why I should hire him after
what he did to all of us. Johnny only answered, “I don’t know why. Just
I couldn’t stand this! I wanted to say no, but I had Johnny begging me on
one side, and Mark begging me from the other. How could I say no to that?
With a lot of hesitation in my voice, I finally said yes. Micah suddenly
jumped in and reminded me that Freemont was an ornery man, and he wouldn’t
like my helping the boy. “Well Micah, I feel like I’m helping myself by
hiring a hand,” I said this while looking at my son who was grinning from
ear to ear. He had really pulled a fast one this time. I shook my head at
him. I’m sure he was happy he wouldn’t have to clean the barn!
Micah saw the interaction, but was quite clueless as to what was going on.
Mark couldn’t stop himself from grinning at Micah, as if to say, “Well, I
just got myself out of that one!”
I told Johnny I’d pay him $10 a month and he could pay back the school from
those wages. Johnny agreed. But Micah was still not happy about it. He
started in again about Freemont not liking it. I stopped him and stated,
“Micah, I’m a neighborly man, you know that.” I stood up and got ready to
leave. “But if you happen to run into Gus Freemont, you tell him I’m not
feeling too neighborly to him.” I turned around and pointed my finger at
Micah to illustrate just how mad I was about how Freemont had treated his
nephew. “You can tell him if he shows his face around my spread, I’ll treat
him for just what he is, a trespasser!”
Then I told Johnny to come on. I pointed my finger at him and said, “Come
Mark stood and looked at me. I snapped my fingers and pointed at him. “You
too!” Then I laughed as I thought about what a sneak that boy of mine was!
Freemont showed up in town shortly after we left looking for his Nephew.
Micah told him where Johnny was, and Freemont was none too happy about it.
He was very angry when he rode off, promising he would not forget about
this. Micah knew there would be trouble.
That next Saturday, we were having one heck of a good time at my ranch.
While the cows grazed on the range nearby, the kids and adults were having
fun playing all sorts of games. There was a tug of war game going on, and
one boy was standing by the bridge over the creek looking into the water.
Everyone was having a grand old time! With all this food around, I was
getting hungry. So, I tried to grab a bite to eat. One of the ladies
standing at the table smacked my hand! I took that as a no to food – and on
my own ranch too!
So I walked away from the food and went to see how Miss. Adams was doing
with the money raising. So far, we had raised $47.50. That was more then
enough! We would have books to spare with that much money! Miss Adams asked
me if we were going the square dancing before or after the food, and I
stated after. “Men feel they need their strength. It’s been such a long time
since the women of North Fork have had an excuse for dancing!” I declared.
Johnny was working hard that day. He was drawing pictures to sell to the
party guests. The money he earned went towards the damages to the school.
Johnny really wanted to be able to pay for the school books himself. The way
his pictures were selling, it sure looked that he would. Even Toomey wanted
a picture of himself. I couldn’t help but to tease Toomey. “Got your work
cut out for you now, Johnny!” I teased.
Toomey laughed. “He has that, Lucas. I had one of the photographers take a
picture of me once, and id didn’t turn out much good somehow,” Toomey
Again, I had to needle him. “What’s the matter, Toomey? Look too much like
you?” We all
laughed about that.
Just then, a very excited Mark came running up to me and told me the
three-legged race was starting. I had promised to participate in it with
him. So without further delay, I went to keep my promise. Little did I know
that Freemont was coming to the ranch. But he wasn’t coming to have fun – he
was coming to inflict more of his barbaric discipline on his nephew.
The gunshot was fired and Mark and I were racing in the race. Freemont
watched the festivities from a distance. Johnny and Toomey sat in the corral
as Johnny drew his portrait. Freemont watched from a distance. Mark and I
were having a blast spending quality time together. We had no idea that
Freemont was about to trespass uninvited onto my ranch and inflict terror in
his nephew! Toomey was getting tired of posing and started to ask Johnny how
long it would take. Suddenly, he gasped. “Freemont!” he shouted.
Johnny turned and saw him approaching, whip in hand. Freemont climbed over
my fence and stood just feet in front of Johnny. “You and me got a lot to
settle,” he informed Johnny. Toomey tried to stop him, but Freemont told him
to stay out of it.
“You aren’t going to do anything!” Johnny stated.
Freemont was mad though. “Boy, I’m going to give you a real education. I’m
going to lick you within an inch of your life.”
I had no idea Freemont was there. Mark and I were still enjoying ourselves.
We weren’t doing very well, and I laughed as we fell again. Mark started to
stand up when suddenly he saw the commotion in the corral.
I looked up and saw it too. “Freemont!” I shouted. But Freemont tried to
tell me it was family business, and that he would kill me if I didn’t stay
away. I wasn’t going to stand by and let him enforce more so-called
“discipline” on that boy! Besides, he was on my property!
Mark and I were still tied together, so I told him to come on. As we raced
across the bridge, we fell again. I finally picked Mark up and ran as best I
could. Freemont was whipping on Johnny, and had already pushed Toomey out of
the way. He had to be stopped and now!
I raced for my horse and grabbed the riffle from the boot. Then I raced to
the corral. “I got a better way than whipping you, boy,” Freemont was saying
to Johnny. “I’m going to put a bullet through your drawing hand. Stick it
out!” He demanded.
But Johnny stood still. Freemont finally upped the thereat. “Stick it out or
I’ll shoot it where it is!” he insisted. With that he cocked the hammer on
Johnny was terrified. He had no choice, so he slowly began lifting up his
I landed in the dirt right outside the corral. Then I lifted my rifle,
aimed, and fired, shooting Freemont in the shoulder.
I was so grieved that it had to end this way. An uncle who should have been
loving his nephew and teaching him how to be a good strong man had to be
shot by a stranger because he hated his nephew. I was sorry my boy had to
see any of this! The frustration of the situation showed on my face as I
began untying the rope around my and Mark’s ankles.
A few days later, Johnny was getting ready to leave. Miss Adams was taking
to meet the stage. Johnny was nervous about going east to school. He had
sold the ranch after his uncle left. But we all knew this was the best thing
for him. We also knew we’d probably never see him again. But he would be
happy. Mark and I said goodbye to Johnny, wishing him good luck. Johnny left
us with something we could remember him by. It was a picture of Mark and I.
He said it didn't exactly look like us, but it was the way we appeared to
him. I had the rifle in my hands, and Mark was leaning against me. I thought
the picture summed us up pretty well. What do you think?
piddlin'stuff.....Three legged Terror ~
William Conrad our own Jake and the Fat Man ~ Cannon ~ directed
appeared in two episodes ― The Sharpshooter as Vernon Tippert,
he was the young sharpshooter —
The Three-Legged Terror as Johnny
Clover, a teenager who vandalizes the classroom in the North
John Hoyt appeared in two episodes ―
Three Legged Terror
as Fremont, Johnny's uncle ― The Martinet as Capt. Josiah Perry,
the former army captain
who came to North Fork to kill the man who shot down his son in a gunfight -
appeared in three episodes ― A Time for Singing
as Laurie Hadley, she was the wife of
Spence, the leader of a gang who were going
to rob the North Fork Bank, she
'supposedly' was the preacher's wife. In The Woman ― The
Three Legged Terror as Adele Adams, North Fork's school teacher.
in five episodes, four times as Toomey ―
The Raid as Toomey, the man who wanted to turned back,
he didn't want go on to help Lucas find Mark ― The Second Witness
as the Toomey, the man who made the coffin for the witness ―
Three Legged Terror as Toomey, the man who Johnny
Clover was sketching when his uncle came to Lucas' ranch ―
Outlaw's Inheritance as Toomey, the man who didn't
want Lucas to represent North Fork after finding out out Lucas' inheritance
The Lost Treasure of Canyon Town as
Herbert Newman, the man who was trying to hide the secret of the lost
*According to the credits in The Three Legged Terror
— Toomey is also a Blacksmith — See Arnold Laven's comments on this in
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.
Martha Smith as on of the
ladies at the picnic. She is the lady that scolds Lucas for trying to sneak
a bite ahead of time at the buffet table.
played one of the kids that went to the town picnic out at the McCain Ranch.
He was the boy with the checkered shirt.
was a well known and respected stuntman, he appeared in twenty-seven
episodes of The Rifleman and still counting. Whitey had
over a 50-year career as a stuntman and stunt coordinator, he has been
praised as one of the top stuntman in Hollywood. Whitey was the best
of the best!
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.
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 Laven
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
*North Fork had three different school
teachers.....Marilee Phelps - played the school teacher, in Eight Hours
to Die. (1958) Depending on where you check this info you will find her
credited as Miss Adams or teacher.
Later Patricia Barry played Adele Adams, the towns school teacher in
Three Legged Terror and The Woman. (1959)
In The Schoolmaster - Arnold Moss played Stephen Griswald, the new
school teacher in town. (1960)
Although we never saw Miss Pritchard, she is mentioned in The Jealous
Man. So I guess you could say 4 different teachers, but we only met 3
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