Matt meets Kitty on the streets early in the morning. Kitty is on her way to do some horseback riding, and Matt is already on his trend of making mistakes today. He doesn’t notice Kitty’s riding outfit, but Matt sees that kind of activity more work related, and less pleasure.
The socializing is cut short when Matt has to respond to a shoot out, and a man who is close to death. The man can’t describe his killer except in general terms. A big red headed man, who meets the description of a long standing rival.
The description is enough to get started. The main suspect, the red headed man, seems to have an alibi, but can he be trusted? Would the dead man lie about who shot him, just to lay blame at his old rival’s feet?
Matt keeps making mistakes when he lets Chester take the man to jail. Chester never actually thought the man was guilty, and it was easy for the prisoner to make a jail break from Chester. All the while Matt was checking on one of the alibi’s, and now blows off angry steam at Chester.
Matt is faced with a decision. Should he let the red headed man go, and look for the real killer? Time on the trail is time lost from a hunt for other suspects. Matt takes Chester and they head out after their escaped prisoner. With a little time on their hands as they set up camp for the night, they make amends, and make small talk. Suddenly in the dark of the night, they get their clue, and start to make their move to catch their man.
After a long night of stealthy searching, they get their man at sun up. He still claims that he had nothing to do with the killing. Back in town Matt finally gets his chance to check with doc, and the alibi of their suspect. The story checks out, and the real killer, a gambler is exposed. The trouble is that the killer flew the coupe while they were on their wild goose chase with their suspect.
Matt now has to deal with himself when he realizes that in his anger, another man in town was killed by the same killer while he was gone. Well, does he get his man? In the world of Gunsmoke, some things don’t work out to make a pretty picture. Bad decisions are made, and the consequences have to be lived with. Hey, it is a chancey job that makes a man a little bit watchful, and a little bit lonely.