Ben Thompson (act 1)

around Dodge City and in the territory on West. There's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers. And that's with the US Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. Gun smoke.

The story of the violence that moved West with young America. The story of a man who moved with it. Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. Do you need any more cartridges, Mr. Dillon? No. I got the greener loaded.

Unloaded. I don't want to shotgun. Yes, sir. Do you want me to come with you? You want to come? No, sir. I guess not. But I will. Better stay here then, Chester. Does this make me a coward, Mr. Dillon?

How do you feel? Like a coward? Last year, it scares me, sir. But you were willing to come anyway. Figure it out for yourself. Good luck, Mr. Dillon. Yeah. If I'm not back, don't forget those reports have to be mailed tomorrow.

I won't forget Mr. Dylan. Yeah. You ever get scared? Sure. Better keep yourself busy. Hey, Amanda, I walk along? Not at all, Doc. Yeah, kind of anxious to get a look at this new corpse of mine.

Lasseter's sure done us a favor picking dodge to die in. Listen for us in the history books for sure. You're a little premature, aren't you, Doc? Not a bit. Oh, maybe a little foresighted. You know how they say to last a day, is they're packing 18 slugs in.

18 slugs, man. Good. He sure has been a lot of gunfights. Yeah. So they say. Mm-hmm. Yes, he's got the biggest gun rep in this whole session. Outside of maybe Ben Thompson? Or Wes Hardin.