"Welcome to the McCain Ranch"
Two Ounces of Tin
One day a man rode into town. He wasn’t a welcome guess as everyone
began to wonder what he was doing in town. Micah ran straight into
his office and grabbed his shotgun. Then he walked out onto the
street to talk to their unwanted
guest. The man – Tip Corey – dismounted and started to tie his horse
up, but Micah called his name. “Get back on that horse and ride
"A man usually gets told to ride out of town when he's broken the
law, Marshal," said Corey.
"I'm not waitin' for you to leave a body lying in the street
Corey...I'm tellin' you what we tell all killers ridin' into North
Fork, keep on movin'!"
Corey didn't like what he was hearing; he started to walk slowly
towards Micah. "You got a lot of faith in that badge your wearin'
Marshal. I'd say off hand that badge is worth about as much as it
weighs.” Corey drew his gun and hit Micah’s badge with the barrel of
it. “'Two ounces of tin don't bring much on the markets these days.
You told me to get out of town Marshal, but I'm not gonna tell you
that. You go on living in this town, you grow old, and you die in
bed here." He then tapped Micah's badge. "But that badge, I wanna
see it lying in the dirt at sundown. If that badge is still pinned
to your vest at sundown Marshal, you'll be lying in the dirt with
it!" Corey then slowly backed off; still holding his gun on Micah.
He got on his horse and rode out of town.
Mark was on his way home when he ran into Corey outside of town.
Corey heard him coming, and, not knowing who it was, drew on Mark.
Mark was a bit startled at the greeting. “Hi.”
. "Hi boy!" Corey uncocked the pistol and re-holstered it. Mark
noticed Corey rubbing his horse’s leg. He asked Corey if there was
something he could do to help. “Yeah, you can trade horses with me.”
Mark studied the horse. “Wouldn’t be such a good swap from where I
look,” he declared.
“That all depends. Realize that a bent up gold piece might not look
as pretty as a silver dollar but it’s a better deal.” Mark told him
he’d raised Blue Boy up from a colt and he liked him. “I ain’t in
the horse trading business, son,” Corey stated.
Corey told his horse, Coco, he'd take him into town and get him
fixed up real proper. Mark told Corey that our ranch was just around
the bend, he'd be glad to take them there. Mark told him he'd make
up a bandage and a salt pack to take down the swelling. Corey took
Mark up on his offer.
Mark fixed Coco's leg. Corey was pleased. He wanted to pay Mark, but
Mark didn't want anything for it. Corey looked around the ranch.
"Nice farm, real nice. There's something about standing on your own
land. Workin' it. Knowin' that you'll get out of it what you put
into it," said Corey.
Mark agreed. “I guess the harder you work, the better the crops.
That’s the way it usually turns out.”
As Corey spoke, he had a lonesome tone in his voice. A man couldn’t
help feeling sorry for him. “Sleeping good, eating good and being
with people…” Mark remembered we were having a town hall meeting
tonight with a picnic, games, and such.
"Listen to me! Don't ever leave the land boy. Always be a part of
it, part of the community, people looking at you, smiling at you,
always being glad to see you."
Mark asked Corey if he was a wagon train scout. His question
confused Corey. Mark explained that we didn’t often see anyone
wearing buckskins in these parts. He told Mark that buckskins were a
habit with him. “I used to work with Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show.
Guess I got kinda used to wearing them.”
That sure excited my boy! His eyes grew wide. He was excited to meet
someone who knew Buffalo Bill. Corey had been with him for four
years. He had done fancy shooting mostly while in the circus. He
pointed for Mark to sit “over there.” As Mark sat down, Corey said,
“That’ll be the best seat in the house, right there!” Mark watched
excitedly as Corey did his act. “The ring master comes in and he
says, ‘Ladies and Gentlemen! We present to you the fastest gun in
the West, Tip Corey! And I’d come riding in with Cocoa over there.
He slows down just enough to let me slide off nice and easy. Then I
give it one of these here.” He takes out his gun and starts twirling
it around. “Then all of a sudden, the crowd kinda goes to a quiet.
Then I start my tricks.”
Corey started doing all kinds
of fancy tricks with his gun. He spun it and tossed it up in the
air. The whole time, he continued talking. He starts walking closer
and closer to Mark as he spins the gun around and around on his
finger. Mark stares at it, hardly being able to believe his eyes.
You just got to see it to believe it!
Corey grabs a tin can and throws it up in the air. He draws, shoots
it twice, then holsters his gun as it falls to the ground. Then he
showed Mark the big trick. He took a nail and drew a circle on the
barn wall. Then he took out his knife. “I’m gonna put a bullet hole
right in the middle of that mark. Then I’m gonna put the knife right
over the bullet hole.” Mark stared as he did it. He couldn’t believe
it! "Now for the last lesson."
"Hold it” I said as I walked into the yard. “There won't be any last
lesson." I climbed off of my horse and started toward him. "Get off
this ranch and be quick!"
Mark was confused at my rudeness. "But Pa, Mr. Corey was just..."
"You heard me Corey, mount up and get out of here."
Corey took out his gloves and put them on as he thanked Mark for the
bandage. Then he got on his horse and rode off.
Mark was upset. He started to explain what he was doing there but I
wouldn’t let him. I didn’t need to know. But there was something
Mark needed to know. “Mark, Tip Corey’s a killer.”
I went over to the well to get a drink while Mark thought on that.
"Where ever he goes he leaves a dead man behind. There must be
twelve men in their grave because of him.” Mark couldn’t believe
Corey was all that bad. He told me Corey used to be in the Buffalo
Bill Wild West Show. “Then he discovered there was more money in
hiring his gun out,” I stated.
"He draws so fast...you can just barely see him," said Mark. I told
him he better get washed up. He was going to help Mrs. Wingate at
the town hall tonight. I told him I had to hold down Micah's desk
for him. I told Mark that Micah had proof that a boy was innocent
and so he had to go to the county court. I would be his deputy. Mark
started inside, but he stopped and turned back to me. "Pa...have you
ever seen Corey's circus act?" I asked him why. "The things he can
do with that gun." It bothered me that Mark idolized Corey – a
After leaving my house, Corey stopped by his Pa's grave. He stood
there and stared at it. Then he spoke. "I'm sorry it took me so long
in comin' back Pa. I didn't forget about you, not for a second. Just
took me a while to search him out, that's all. But I found him Pa. I
finally found him and I killed him! I killed some others too. It
just happened Pa. I went searchin' for just them five but.....things
just happened. Now they call me a fast gun. A killer! Nobody ask
nobody! No matter where I go Pa, There's always somebody waitin' for
me. Waitin' to make me prove it! And that's all I do Pa, I just keep
proving it and proving it and proving it and I'm lonesome Pa!” Corey
started crying. "Pa, Pa, I'm
When I got to town, I was surprised to find Micah still there. “I
thought you were leaving early for the County Court,” I said.
Micah turned around to look at me. “I…uh…changed my mind,” he
answered. “So you won’t have to take over for me after all.”
I wondered if it was because of Tip Corey – it was. He was surprised
I knew. “Nils just told me.”
"Well, I'm certainly not going to throw my badge into the street so
he can grind it into the dirt," said Micah. I told Micah Corey was
just blowing off steam. I told him Corey had stopped by my place and
when he left he was headed south. There was nothing behind my place
except high butte. I told him I doubted that he would come back this
way and if he did it was a five hour ride and he wouldn't be here
until midnight. “Micah, you’ve got plenty of time to get up to
County Court and back.” He still couldn’t decide what to do. “Also,
what’s more important? A boy on his way to prison for something he
didn’t do or…standing on your pride against a gunslinger?”
He just looked at me. Then he stood up. “If I hustle, I can be back
by ten. You know Lucasboy,
is a funny thing. It can get you into trouble dealing with people.
Then, without it, it can get you into trouble dealing with
As he spoke, I glanced outside. That’s when I noticed Corey riding
back into town. I had to distract Micah – I didn’t want him to know
Corey was back. So I asked him if he remembered to pack spare shells
for his shotgun. He told me he always did. I then told Micah to have
a good trip and I'd tell Mrs. Wingate to save some food for him. I
was happy to see Micah ride off without seeing Corey.
As Micah rode off, Corey walked outside in time to see Micah ride
out of town.
I put on the Marshal’s badge and walked out of Micah's office. When
I looked up, I saw Corey leaning against the hitching post. "I see
you’re wearing the Marshal's badge, Mr. McCain."
"That's right!" I said.
"You going to be wearin' that badge at sundown?" I nodded my head.
"You know what I told the Marshal about that badge, don't you?"
"Well if I were you Mr. McCain I'd take that badge and put it back
where I got it from."
"You don't happen to be me, Corey." I started back into Micah's
office when Corey yelled. "Mr. McCain!"
Just then Mark came from along side of the hotel. He was puzzled. He
didn't know what was going on. My eyes grew big when I saw Mark. I
knew my life was about to be threatened. I didn’t want Mark to see
this. "Mr. McCain!" "You've got about an hour to think it over!
Whether you should die for a badge that don’t belong from you!"
"You happen to have the same hour Corey," I answered simply
"I'll be movin' on McCain. But when I do I'll be looking down in the
dirt and I'll be seeing that badge. Whether it's pinned to your
shirt or not is your choice to make, not mine!" He then went back
into the hotel.
Mark started toward me. I knew he was confused and upset. “Mark,” I
stopped him. “You go on back over to the townhouse until I come for
you.” Mark looked down toward the ground. He wasn’t sure what to do.
“Go on, son,” I said more gently. Mark obeyed…at least, that’s what
But Mark didn’t obey. Instead, he went to the hotel and knocked on
Tip Corey’s door. Corey opened the door when he realized it was
Mark, then he asked him if I’d sent him to talk to him. "No sir,”
"I just can't understand you Mr. Corey. My Pa's only a rancher; he
never did anything to you."
"I know he didn't," said Corey.
"Well then why do you want to fight him?" Corey told Mark he didn't
want to fight me. He liked me.
"I like a man who stands up straight and says what he means. It's
that badge he's wearin'! What it means to this town,” Corey tried to
But Mark didn’t understand.
seem like you’d want to make a fool out of this town. But…well,
that’s what you’d be doing if…if the Marshal’s badge was thrown in
Corey just looked down at the table. He couldn’t even look at Mark.
“Boy, behind your ranch on a hill is a graveyard. In that graveyard,
there’s a cross up there that has unknown written on it.” Mark told
him every once in a while he puts flowers on that grave. “You
planted flowers on that grave?”
“Well, it’s the only gravestone without a name on it. I guess I’ve
always felt kind of sorry for who…whoever’s buried there.”
Corey slowly stood up and took a drink from his glass. He suddenly
looked so very sad. He still couldn’t look at Mark. "My Pa's buried
there boy!” Mark was surprised and saddened. “He was killed right
out here in the street...by some drunken trail hands."
"There were seven. We rode into town we saw these drunken trail
hands, they were funnin' with a young Indian girl. He said to me,
boy...you go over to the marshal's office and you fetch him. I went
over there. I got the marshal out alright. He took one look at what
was goin' on, he turned around and went right back into the office.
Them drunken trail hands...they killed him. They knew there was
nobody going to stop them from what they were going to do so they
killed my Pa."
“But that was a long time ago,” Mark reminded him. He told him that
neither I nor Micah were here when that happened.
Suddenly, Corey became angry. "But the law was here! My Pa believed
in that law! Because he believed he died! But I found them boy. And
I killed them. Now there's only one thing left. The Marshal's
"My Pa will never throw that badge in the street. He's got too much
pride.” Corey had walked back over to stand by Mark. He was facing
him, but not looking at him. Suddenly, he turned from him. Mark’s
voice became pleading. “Please Mr. Corey. You’re so good with that
gun. I don't want nothing to happen to my Pa." Corey didn’t move or
say anything. "Please!" Mark begged.
"You better go boy." Mark turned to leave. He knew Corey was too far
gone to help. He opened the door and started out the door. “Boy!”
Mark stopped and turned. “Thank you for planting the flowers on the
grave." He looked straight at Mark.
"They never took, I don't know why but they just never grew," said
Corey walked over to Mark. They stood face to face. He looked Mark
in the eye. "Maybe they never grew 'cause he wanted you to come back
and plant some more." Mark left.
Mark left the hotel and went to stand around the corner. He saw
Corey leave the hotel and walk
Micah's office to see me. My boy stood there…watching…and waiting.
“Mr. McCain...I don't think you can out shoot me, do you?"
"I don't know. But I'm not anxious to find out."
"Then why are you going up against me?" Ask Corey.
“Because I don’t believe in compromising principles.”
“I can’t compromise principles either,” Corey told me. “I came in
town for one thing – that badge you’re wearing. One last bit of
I didn’t buy that. I thought he came here looking for an excuse to
kill. “Any excuse just to add another name to that long list.”
“No. You’re wrong, Mr. McCain. The trouble is that…that long list
starts to ride with you.
“Corey, I doubt that anyone asked to face your gun. So it seems to
me that when you use it, it’s your choice, not theirs.”
"Mr. McCain, what does that mean to you? I mean throwing that badge
into the dirt. It's a symbol. Pick it up when I'm gone! But it's
important to me Mr. McCain. Very, very important!" I shook my head
no. "What have you got to loose? You've got everything that I've
ever wanted. You've got a son...a home...friends. All I've got is my
reputation! Mr. McCain, let me leave this town with what little I
came in with! I can't back down now! Not if I want to go on living!"
"I have to live with myself too, Corey."
Corey knew there was no changing his mind. He said he was going to
get his horse. After that he was coming back and calling me outside.
"Then I will have to kill you!"
Mark was listening outside. He heard everything.
Corey did just as he said he’d do. I sat at the desk nervously
drawing a picture. Then I heard Corey's horse whinny. I stood and
walked to the window. I looked outside and saw him dismount his
horse. I knew the time had come.
"Marshal McCain!" I picked up my rifle. I didn’t want to kill him.
"I'm waitin' for that badge you're wearing!" I walked out of Micah’s
office and stood on the boardwalk. "Unpin it McCain! Unpin it and
let it drop in the dirt or so help me you'll drop with it pinned to
I spoke as I started towards him. "That's the only way you'll get it
in the dirt Corey, by dropping me with it! But somebody else will
pick it up. That's the one thing you don't understand. There'll
always be somebody around to pick up for what's right."
"You mean somebody picking up that badge?" Asked Corey. "McCain,
you've got a lot to learn about this world. When this is all over
and your lying in the dirt that tin star will be shining white hot.
It’ll be much too hot for anybody to touch. And when you’re lying
there in the dirt there McCain, I want you to look around...take one
look...and you tell me who will pick it up?" He looked around. The
town folks bowed their heads. There was no one who would say a word.
"Nobody McCain! Not a soul!" Corey started yelling. "Go ahead
McCain, go ahead and ask them! Ask them who will pick up the badge?"
"I'll pick it up!” Corey’s head bolted around in surprise. Mark
suddenly stepped out from around the corner. He was crying. My eyes
grew wide. I had no idea what was about to happen. I thought I had
told him to stay away! He continued speaking. "Maybe not right away,
but someday somewhere I'll pick it up and I'll come after you! Won't
be for a long time yet! But someday, someday you’re gonna see that
badge again and I'll be behind it! So you just be ready Mr. Corey.
Ya' hear? Cause someday...somewhere..." Mark was sobbing now.
I couldn’t let him suffer anymore. It was time to get this done.
"Mark! Stand back son!" He backed up onto the boardwalk.
Corey stared at Mark. He saw himself in the boy and he spoke softly
to my boy with much regret. "A long time ago on this very spot I
said words very much like that.” He just stood there starring at
Mark. He was crying. The pain he was feeling was so horrible. He
wanted it to end. So he turned to me. "I'm calling you McCain!"
Suddenly, the thought of shooting him upset me. He went for his gun.
"Don't do it!" I yelled. I fired twice. Corey fell to the ground
without making one shot.
Mark and I went to his side.
I lifted him and turned him over. I held him as he laid dying.
Reality sat in for both of us, I think. "You were slow," I said
"A man gets tired McCain." He looked up Mark. "Flowers?"
"All right," Mark answered softly.
Pain etched Corey’s face as he laid taking his last few breaths. He
moaned as the pain grew worse. As I held him, he cried out, “Pa!”
Then he died in my arms. After he was gone, I looked at Mark.
"Flowers?" I asked softly.
"I know what he meant Pa."
We had Corey buried next to his father. Mark planted flower just
like he said he would. We stopped by one day. The flowers Mark had
planted were still there. He hoped they wouldn’t die off this time.
Maybe they’d grow. “I’m sure they will,” I declared.
"There's something I sure don't understand. Mr. Corey talked so nice
sometimes like he maybe liked everyone, like he wanted to make
friends. How comes he only did things that didn't make him happy?
Sometimes a man comes to a fork in the road, he stumbles over a
little stone and get himself mixed up and takes the wrong road.
Somebody once said...’There but for the grace of God go I.’"
And that was the end of Tip Corey.
Davis Jr. played Tip Corey in Two Ounces of Tin, he was
the guy who wanted the Marshal out of North Fork by sundown ―
The Most Amazing Man as Wade Randall, he's the cowboy who
claimed to have killed Red Morgan.
Johnny Ginger played Ted. He was the
guy who threw a bucket of water into the street in the beginning of
this episode. He also was the guy to the left of Mark when Mark
confronts Tip Corey when asked.....Go ahead McCain, go ahead and ask
them! Ask them.....who will pick up the badge?" "I'll pick it up!"
Check out Johnny Ginger's pictures on the set with Chuck.
Thanks Johnny & Sean for sharing this with us!
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.
Kermit Maynard appeared in two
episodes as one of the
townsmen ― The Fourflushers
and Two Ounces of Tin.
Buddy Roosevelt appeared in four
episodes ― Panic ―
Two Ounces of Tin —
Quiet Night, Deadly Night
as one of the townsmen ―
Death Never Rides Alone as a barfly.
Jack Gordon (Irving Cohen) as one
of the townsmen.
Earl Spainard was in
ten episodes ― Day of the Hunter as one of the townsmen
Knife as a barfly ― The Assault as one of the townsmen -
Friend in Need as Harry the Bartender - Two Ounces of Tin
as one of the townsmen ― Outlaw Shoes as one of the
townsmen ― Guilty
Conscience as one of the townsmen, you can also see Earl in the
bar in Stud City ― Short Rope for a Tall Man as one of the
townsmen ― The Spoiler as one of the townsmen ―
None So Blind
as one of the townsman.
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
Joe E. Benson appeared in
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 &
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
*What say you? "Do you think Tip Corey was the faster
draw?" Remember Mark did go to Tip Corey's hotel room and asked him not to
fight? I think Mark believed there was a chance that Tip Corey could beat his
Pa. Not that Mark didn't believe in his father, because he did.
Now Lucas on the other hand said he wasn't sure who was the fastest. "hmmmmm.....I
wonder?" But then he didn't see the show that Corey put on for Mark.
I think Corey saw Mark in himself. Searching for his father's killers and never
really having a life. He didn't want to see that happen to Mark like it did him.
At the end of this episode Lucas says ~ "There but for the good grace of God go
Although the theme is taught throughout Scriptures in many situations, the
phrase itself is not from the Bible. However, the statement is a nice reminder
that we are all sinners, saved by God's grace, all who accept God's son Jesus as
savior and Lord of their lives. It is also a reminder of the grace we should
dispense lovingly to others less fortunate or to those who are in desperate
situations. It is a spoken reminder of how we are truly called to be a balm and
helper to the downtrodden. The phrase is not a phrase to write someone off, but
a call to one's own conscience, a cry to the very one uttering the words, in a
sense saying, "How might I reduce the misery of that situation"
I think of Romans 12:3 "For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do
not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself
with sober judgment, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you."
Thanks Pastor Stan!
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