And now, tonight's presentation of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, Suspense.
Tonight, the story of a man's search for the murderer of his brother.
We call it, A Killing in Abilene.
So now, starring Parley Bear, here is tonight's Suspense play, A Killing in Abilene.
I'd come down out of the Snake Range that morning, had followed the river trail through the canyon,
and that afternoon had found Pleasant Valley.
A handful of buildings, desolate, huddled in the cold shadows of the mountains around, all in the dark.
A quarter of a mile this side of town, on an easy rise, I saw a handful of people standing in a circle.
As I got closer, I saw they were gathered around two men who were digging.
Hold up a minute.
What's the matter?
I hit something.
Wait.
Better go slow.
Dig around this side.
Here, I can't do it anymore.
What do you boys take over?
I'll do it, Jim.
Somebody's got to.
It's him, all right.
I've seen his shirt.
You was right then, Ben.
Let the sheriff take a look.
Yeah.
Jake, Jake Garvey.
Yeah.
That's him.
That's Fred Carsten, all right.
Fred.
Oh, Fred.
What are you doing here, stranger?
Where are you from?
You the sheriff?
That's right.
Jake Garvey.
Mander's my name from Abilene.
So?
I'm looking for a man in these parts calls himself Lee Burridge.
Who'd he say, sheriff?
He said Lee Burridge, Ben.
You come along with us, mister, we'll find him for you.
What do you want him for?
What's it matter what he wants him for?
We know what we want him for.
Come on.
There ain't going to be no trouble.
And the law in Pleasant Valley, I'll do what we say.
With Fred Carsten laying cold and his widow weeping, that's trouble enough.
We elected you, sheriff.
Jake, we can unelect you.
Like Ben said, it was Burridge killed him and you know it.
I've got to talk to you about Burridge, sheriff.
It's important.
All right.
My office, back of the meeting house.
We don't need no talk about Burridge.
We need to do something about the ugly son.
Come on, boys.
Let's get on back to town.
We'll take her as she comes.
Smoke?
No thanks.
The boys want to know why you're here, so do I.
I'll tell you, we don't like strangers.
What do you want with Lee Burridge?
I had a brother who was killed out in Abilene Burridge, did he?
No.
Him and another one drove a herd into the railroad.
Burridge got drunk and killed my brother.
There he did.
Same as here.
We found this pouch near the grave.
His name burned into it.
It's taken me two years to find him now I want to talk to him about it.
The boys are pretty sure he killed Fred Carsten too.
So am I now.
Maybe so. Fred Carsten isn't my business, my brother is.
And I want to see his killer back in Abilene's standing trial.
I made a promise I'd bring him back.
How?
You don't look like the kind of a man who could use a gun.
Now look, we didn't know your brother, but we knew Fred and we liked him.
You can help take care of Burridge here if you've the mind to.
Try him here, you mean, on both charges?
No need for that.
Then what do you mean, take care of him?
How'd he kill your brother?
His head was beaten. He was beat to death.
Yeah. Same as he did to Fred.
A man who'd do a thing like that don't need no trial.
Not for you, maybe. But there'll be no more killing in my family.
We'll give him a fair trial in Abilene.
If Burridge's done these killings, he's going to pay for it here.
I don't go for lynching.
That's strong talk.
We don't call it lynching when we hang a man for murder.
If you don't like it, go on back to Abilene.
Maybe I'll do that.
When I take Lee Burridge out for trial.
I don't know what you're trying to do.
I suspect it's to get Burridge out of town.
If I'm right, you're heading into a lot of trouble.
One of you boys direct me to where Lee Burridge lives?
Of course, if we felt inclined.
What you want with him?
Just want to talk? Anybody got any objections?
Yeah.
Who are you? Ben Chaffee.
There ain't going to be no talking.
He's done what he's done, he's going to pay for it.
And nobody's going to stand in the way.
It's time he was riding out of here.
And if I don't?
Then I'll help you.
Climb off, Ben. We don't need no private wars here.
Where does he live?
Come on, boys.
He turned away from me and moved into the sheriff's office,
leaving me alone to walk down the dusty street.
I asked the blacksmith where Lee Burridge lived,
and he just looked at me and shook his head.
Towards the hills, the thunderhead was beginning to gather,
moving in slowly.
Near the end of the street, two men were building a coffin
in front of a small house.
Is this where I'll find Mrs. Costin?
Why do you have to come meddling around here
at a time like this?
Can't you leave a widow to her sorrow?
Those are the stranger, Bob, boys.
Strangers don't have no time for other people's sorrow.
Maybe you're right, old timer.
Maybe they got too many themselves.
Yes?
I'd like to talk to you, ma'am. Could I come in?
No.
Can't you see this house is in mourning?
My father's dead.
I'm sorry.
Can't you see this house is in mourning?
My friends are making a coffin for Fred's decent burial.
I got nothing to say to you.
Ma'am, I know how you feel.
How can you know how I feel?
I had a brother once killed by this man buried.
Oh.
I'd like you to help me.
It was two years ago my brother was killed.
His wife would like the killer brought back to Abilene for trial.
I'd like you to speak to your friend.
Let me take him away.
He didn't give my Fred a chance before he killed him.
He's a cruel and ugly man.
I want him killed.
Here.
Where I can watch.
Will you tell me where he lives?
Don't tell him nothing, Mrs. Custon.
He'll go warn him off.
Let him go if he wants.
I say a man's got one life to live and he's got a right to lose it any dang way he pleases.
I'll tell you where you can find Lee Burrage.
On the way I passed the open pit that had been a grave and turned up a side canyon.
A few miles farther on where the canyon spread I saw his hut set against a fire-blackened hill.
There was no growing thing in the rocky ground except one sick twisted tree.
Its stunted limbs reaching out, empty, waiting.
Easy, easy.
Throw your gun down, you, or I won't miss for the next one.
Lee Burrage.
Throw it down.
I'm Jeff Mander.
It was my brother Seth you killed in Abilene.
If that's who you are you've caused me enough trouble. Now get out of here.
They'll give you a fair trial there.
Stay here and you're going to be lynched for Fred Custon's killing.
Nobody's going to lynch me while I got this.
Don't come no closer.
You listen to me.
I don't hold no love for you. I shouldn't care what happens to you.
But it took me two years to find you.
Now I'm taking you out.
Don't come no closer.
Put up your gun.
I'm warning you.
Put up your gun.
I'm out of here.
And tell those folks in the village it didn't work.
I'm too smart for it.
Old timer.
I see you had your talk with Burrage.
You see?
You ain't wearing your gun.
Did he get the drop on you?
Yeah.
Why, he didn't kid you.
So was I.
Did you tell them I'd gone there?
Yep.
What'd they say?
They said if you get Burrage first they'd get you.
They said you should go back where you come from while you still can.
I will.
After I settle with Burrage.
Where's the sheriff?
Went off with the boys.
After Burrage?
Yeah.
They're going to wait till dark.
Then they're going to bring them up.
Where are they going to wait till dark?
I want to be with them.
I thought you didn't like lynching.
I don't, but I want to be there.
I was told if you came back to town you have to be with them.
Now don't make me use this gun, son.
Now just turn around and we'll join the rest of them.
All right.
And I'd suggest you stop your talking about Lee Burrage.
When I overheard you're close to sharing a rope with them.
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We rode out of Pleasant Valley, the old man and up the increw, scattered herds of cattle on the lower range land.
Rolling in from the east, the black clouds smothered the mountain tops.
Your old man still held a gun on me.
Oh, no use swinging the horses.
Won't be dark for a couple hours yet.
Lynchin' parties get their guts after dark.
How come you weren't with him?
Waiting for you. I thought you'd be around.
I had just seen a lynchin once. So much trouble.
Yeah.
You still figuring to take Burridge with you to Abilene?
I can try.
Ain't that gonna be a might darin' without a shootin' iron?
Might be.
I'm surprised after two years looking for him, you didn't shoot him when you found him.
That's not what I come for.
Why not? You killed your brother.
I made a promise to somebody.
His wife?
Yes. And mine too.
What was it between Costin and Burridge?
I don't know. Nobody's seen much of Burridge in the past couple years.
Ever since Ben told us about how he was a killer.
Ugly man.
Guess it was your brother he killed, too.
I guess so.
Now, because of him, you might get killed.
Why?
They know you're trying to take Burridge away.
Whoa, whoa. We poured the stream here.
Watch your foot.
Johnny.
Yeah?
They haven't seen you yet. You still got time to get out.
You'd let me go?
Seen a lynchin once. Started a lot of trouble.
I've come this far. I'll finish it.
Hello, Sheriff.
Thought you'd left Pleasant Valley.
I told the old man to bring him.
We decided he ought to be with us where we can watch him.
We're not letting him take Burridge out.
You decided, Ben?
What do you say, mister? Are you still going to try and take him?
I'll tell you what he says, Sheriff.
He says he wants Burridge one way or the other.
He asked to join. That's what he says.
Shut up, old man.
Get off the horse, mister.
All right.
I want Burridge as bad as the rest of you.
I'd prefer him to stand trial. That's the difference.
I don't want this lynching.
Take your hand off your gun, Ben.
He ain't armed.
Take it easy, Ben.
We decided what to do.
You're here because I want you here.
Burridge killed Fred Custin in a fight.
Now we're going to settle it.
Burridge kills easy.
I've seen him do it once before.
He's not going to do it again.
You saw him kill my brother?
I saw it.
Is there more of a trial than that?
I thought of the ugly man up the canyon in the broken-down shack.
I wondered if he knew what was waiting for him a mile or so away.
It was quiet then.
Storm clouds were quickening the end of day, and the party became shadow.
Sitting nervously or smoking.
The men had some whiskey and were building up their courage for the night's work.
It's nearly dark.
Why? I didn't think you'd come.
I had to. My friend's dead.
So is my brother.
My friend was a good man. Never hit me.
But he was a dark man with a drink.
What was it between Burridge and him?
Well, we lost some chickens.
Fred said that Burridge stole them.
When he came to town for supplies, Fred and him got to fighting.
Burridge hated him and he beat him.
Fred was horrible hurt.
Afterwards, everybody laughed and made jokes.
They laughed at their friend?
Oh, it was man laughing. No harm.
But a dark man like Fred, it was bad.
He swore to get even.
That was last Saturday. He went in to drink.
And didn't come back?
We all thought he rode out someplace for shame.
Why do you think Burridge killed him?
Oh, they was all talking about it.
Who was?
All the men, Saturday night.
They said Fred and that man was arguing.
Who heard them?
Ben did. And when Fred didn't come back, we all knew that man had killed him.
Well, he did. And he's gonna pay for it.
Who found the grave, ma'am?
Ben did.
I...I'm sorry for your brother's wife, but it must be this way.
It's like the holy book says, an eye for an eye.
Let's go, boys. It's time.
He's there right enough.
There's a light inside.
Hold up, boys.
Bob, you, Jim, and Neil, come with me.
We'll bring them up. The rest of you stay here.
What's the idea?
You're too quick tonight. Ben ain't giving too many orders. You stay.
You still gonna try and get him away, son?
I might.
He's like an engine I knew once.
Had to shoot him five times before he knew he was dead.
What do you want here?
You know what we want for each of you.
Get out of here. Get off my land.
You come outside quiet like this. We don't want no trouble.
I ain't asking for trouble.
You asked for it when you killed Fred Gustin.
Killed him? I didn't kill Constance.
Save your breath while you got it.
Let go. Let go of me.
I'll kill you. I'll kill you all, please.
You've done your last killing.
Get the rope over that limb.
Is this your doing, Ben?
Shut up. Fire his hands, Bob. I'll hold him.
You're gonna blame this one on me too, Ben?
Shut up, I said.
The bridge didn't do it. He didn't do it.
Let it go, son. You can't stop him now.
I gotta talk to him before they do it. He didn't kill. I know it.
Wait a minute. Take my gun.
Thanks.
The rope was around his neck and he knew he was gonna die.
But as I came near him and could see him in the light, there was no fear in his eyes.
He was lifted under the horse, the rope was tightened, and he was ready to be lynched.
Then he saw me.
One request, Sheriff.
What, Burrage?
Let me talk to him a minute.
A stranger here? For a minute.
No more talking.
Take that horse out from under him. Not yet.
Let him talk. Take it out.
We don't want to kill the wrong man, Ben. You or Burrage. Let him talk.
Why do you think I killed your brother?
They're trying to get away with something, Jake.
Let's string him up. Come on.
A minute don't matter. Get up, Ben. Let them have their say.
We found your pouch near my brother's grave, Burrage. Your name on it.
And tonight Ben told me he saw you kill him.
I didn't.
I wasn't with Ben that night in Abilene. Ben wanted to drink. I didn't.
He left me and took my pouch with him.
What does it matter about his brother?
It's Fred Costin we're hanging him for.
I didn't kill Fred Costin either.
Listen, mister, I didn't kill your brother. Ben told everybody I didn't.
Ever since I've had no friends here.
He's talked enough. He killed Fred Costin. I told you that.
What about Burrage?
I didn't kill Fred Costin.
He's lying. Let's get it over with.
I say let him talk.
Where'd you get that gun, mister?
How'd you know where Fred was buried, Ben?
How'd you know where Fred was buried?
Since Costin says you found the grave, how'd you know where it was?
Answer him, Ben.
You told me where it was, Ben.
I saw him buryin', poor Fred. That's how I know.
If you saw the burial, why didn't you stop Burrage then?
It wasn't none of my business.
But it is now. What made you change your mind so fast?
Stay away from that horse, Ben!
Get up! Cut him down! You, Bob, cut him down!
I think you'll be coming back to Abilene with me, Ben.
You think so?
You all right, son?
My shoulder.
How about Burrage?
He'll live.
Rest easy, son. You've done a good job.
But you ain't gonna keep your promise about your brother's killer.
There's no sense taking Ben Chaffee back to Abilene.
We'll bury him here.
Suspense.
In which Parley Bear starred in A Killing in Abilene by Anthony Ellis and Gil Dowd.
Next week, the story of a man who thought the only way to escape death was to search for it.
It's called Diagnosis of Death.
That's next week on...
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Suspense is produced and directed by Anthony Ellis.
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