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The killer! Ring Raymond Burr as Captain Lee Quince. Specially transcribed tales of the dark and tragic ground of the wild frontier.

The saga of fighting men who rode the Rim of Empire. And the dramatic story of Lee Quince. Captain of Cavalry. Easy boy.

He goes good, don't he? You got the old A-Hairs. Oh, I'm moving, Sergeant. That moutle chillin' dine pneumonia, you don't rub and brisk and get some elbow grease behind it. Yes, sir, Sergeant. Why you suppose he does it, Sergeant?

Who does what? Captain Quince. Up for a revelry, he was. An off and ride in habit, maybe. It was a clean morning, had a feel to it. Right enough alone, I'd like that myself. And there's a touch of spring in there, all right.

Buffalo grass as green as can be. I was down to corral this morning, and even in low water, the old air me was rippling along like I'd had a song in here. Harrison. Yes, Sergeant?

You think you could manage to blanket that mount for you right to your next poem? I guess I'm holding you up. Captain says he threw a nail. I told him I'd see the ferry got a look at it.

Right four foot looks like. I meant to see to it. I got business at the saddle anyway. Sergeant, I'd sure admire some outdoor duty today if you could arrange it. Stable detail sort of outdoors Harrison, in and out.

I was thinking more like the hay yard, or lending a hand in the post garden or like that. I'd be obliged. Anything outdoors? Anything at all, Sergeant? You see up there on the bluff by the old cemetery?