Long as I Live

Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there is just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's where the U.S. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke. Starring William Conrad, the story of the violence that moved West with young America, and the story of a man who moved with it, takes Marshall, the first man they looked for and the last they want to meet.

It's a chancey job, but it makes a man watchful. I couldn't you bring it on the office and show. Oh, because the door ain't big enough.

What? Lookie, I just bought me a new horse. This? Yeah, sure. Here. Oh, now I'm with that. He's kind of edgy. He ain't been ridden until the last couple months. Because that's all. Where? Crackly stolen, Mr. Dillon, the bargain I got him for.

See? I bought him a marshmallow mix for $11. $11. And my paid $14 just last week to one of them Texas Trail drivers. Guess I was kind of lucky to catch the marsh in a week moment.

Yes, me. I'd say it was that trail driver who was lucky. What are you talking about? This is a good horse? Yeah, it might be if it wasn't bold and both front legs. It wouldn't have bad hawks and wasn't wall-eyed.

Woman knows it probably wind broke. Wind broke? I'd say that horses worth about $5, Chester. I don't like gamble, of course. $5, Mr. Dillon, if that horse ain't worth 20, I'll eat him. We're all.

And I'll tell you something else. If you'll just walk down. Wait a minute. What's the matter? I want to try that. Looks like the stage court's from Simran. Why ain't he stopping at the depot?