Pucket's New Year

In the town of God City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle materialism with spoilers, and that's where the U.S. Marshal and the fellow gun smoke. The gun smoke, starring William Conman, 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 look for and the last they want to meet. It puts a chance of a job, but it makes them unwatchful. Chester and I were 30 miles from the gods when we ran into the buffalo on his camp.

We've been holed up for two days and the deserted side-hot taken cover from one of the worst blizzards in years. It was over now and a warm dry cannot blow out of the west down up to Rockies and across the prairie in the Kansas.

It was Chester who first saw the camp. The pile of buffalo hides half-colored snow. The skeleton of a wagon is canvas torn and shredded by the blizzard. The camp was silent as we load up and got down.

Hey, so were we here, Mr. Warren? They got caught out on the prairie when the blizzard had kept it. Yeah, it sure did. Look that way. I don't know how that scene is still alive, with nothing but that wagon for protection.

Yeah, but they don't look man too large. I can't blame them. If you hand up. What? What? Better be where the old man sells. Mr. Hidingham, why? Come over here. Close it. Where's your cap, Mr.?

What is my cap? Now you two drop them guns. We got our hands up. That's not enough. You do what I say. I ain't taking no chances. I ain't gonna be left here again. What?