The Rooks

In the town-dod 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. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke. Borrowing William Convey, the story of the violence that moved West with young America, and the story of a man who moved with it.

I'm that man, Matt Dillon, the United States Marshall, the first man they looked for and the last they want to meet. a chance for a job that makes a man watchful at a little lonely.

Right up, yes. Let's see if there's one place in town that will sell us a decent drink. Me and my brother will have a drink of whiskey. There's a bottle. Me and my brother are used to the best whiskey there is. And they're right, yes. That's right, Clay. Is this your best whiskey?

It's what we got, mister. We'll see. Well, I wish you... I'm up here, haven't you? You call that whiskey, Jess? Go on, Ricky. That ain't whiskey. You got good bird in that, mister, boy. I told your friend that's the whiskey we got.

You don't have to drink. You got good bird in that. Now, you dig out a bottle of good whiskey because we don't like this. You're going to pay for that bottle, mister. Listen to him, Jess.

He says we're going to pay for that, be follow. You hear that? I heard it. Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Barkeep. We ain't going to pay for that bottle, and we ain't going to pay for this one.

I'll come to think of it. Maybe I do have a better one down here out of the bar. You all at Mr. Governor, Jess. Now, you wouldn't want to come up with no gun, Mr. Barkeep.