Spring Freshet (more complete)

What do you buy L&M? The cigarette you want is the pack you want. From in your sanding pack, a new, crushed fruit box. Live bodies, moat bodies, change to L&M. Around that city and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke.

Gun smoke, starting William Conrad, The story of the violence that moved west with young Americans, and the story of a man who used to win it. I'm that man, Matt Bellum, the United States Marshal, the first man they looked for and the last they want to meet.

It's a chance of a job, but it makes the man watchful, and a little lonely. Isn't that miserable, Kyle, Mr. Jones? Did you hear him?

Yes, I heard him, Chuck. Were you starting to go on, bang? There's no reason to let's late. It's too quiet for anything to be going on. Well, I was thinking... I sure could do with some beard, go to bed on.

If anybody was buying. Alright. The place does sound kind of like a morgue tonight, don't it? Alan wants to, you know, the next month when the trail herd starts rolling in. You'll be lucky to get your foot inside.

Been waiting for you, Marshall. Get your hands up. Yeah, sure, Red. You're with a shotgun. That's where we figured. Take his gun, Red. Yeah. You don't mind. Do you, Martin? I go ahead and do what Hacks says.

He's the one who gives the orders the way I hear it. You shut up, Marshall. Neither one of us gives the order. I don't know your boys are in this part of the country. That's far enough right there.