Frankly, if Slim Pickens had not been a regular in the second season, this show might have no place at all in the history of series television. As it is, the niche is small enough. My brother and I got hooked late in the first season, its theme song compelling for early adolescents. The kind of western THE OUTLAWS was also had appeal because the story was told largely, albeit not completely, from the bad guys' point of view. Since we were not devotees of CRIME AND PUNISHMENT at that tender age, a distaff tale was something unique in a time when bad was bad and who cared why or how they felt . . . and one could always count on the comeupance. Of course the lawmen prevailed in the end on THE OUTLAWS too, if the wrong-doers were not destroyed by their own flaws. I have never seen an episode since 1962, and presumably only an ardent student of television subscribing to exotic cable channels would ever have the opportunity. To be honest -- a refreshing change -- it would not have its appeal to me forty years on, to be sure.
