Big Hands

Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's where the U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. Gun smoke! Starring William Conrad, the story of the violent that moved West with young America, and the story of a man who moved with it.

I'm that man, Matt Dillon, United States Marshal, the first man they looked for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancy job, and it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely. Hey, Doc. Hey, Doc. You up? Hey, Doc.

Is it what? Yeah. Yeah. You're gonna sleep your life away, Doc. Oh, you're a snack. That's what I'm asking. Sorry. What time is it? 7.30. Now, put your pants on. Let's go up the street and get some breakfast.

Come on. Come on. Roll out. It's daylight in the swamps. Come on. Oh, dear. I guess I might as well. Now it's got me wide awake. Wide awake? Well, I'm getting there. You should have done see the sense and start in the day.

So it's all fired earlier. You're putting them on backwards, Doc. I am not putting them out. I'm just about to turn them around. Oh, sure, you're working. I've been putting my pants on for a long time, and I've been told how by the village policeman.

Now, do you care which foot I put in which leg first? No, I think you can decide that for yourself. Yeah, it's a winner's Chester anyway. Why aren't you hounding him instead of me? Chester ran into an old friend of his last night.

Huh? He's forgotten his name, but Chester went off and visited for a couple of days. Well, I'd wear it. Up for Dodge. For Dodge? I mean, he's in the army? Yeah, he's got a pretty interesting job, too.