Indian

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, starring William Conrad, the story of the violent that moved West with young America, and the story of a man who moved with it.

Matt Dillon, the United States Marshall, the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancey job that it makes a man watchful Not a little lonely. Mr. Dillon, couldn't we stop a little while?

I don't know if we're going to get the dodge before dark. We've got to keep moving, Chester. Yeah, well, that's where I'm about to butt. What did you expect after the way you ate dinner?

No, I just couldn't help it. Every time I eat with a cavalry, I make a fool of myself. The ration and fellas drawers, not eggs is really something, either. Hey, Chester. Look over there in that drawer.

Boy, it's Indian, ain't it? He did that or what? Well, let's go see. Now he's dead, all right. I was on ugly death, too. Well, I couldn't have shot in both knees. Looks like he was trying to crawl away when he got finished off.

Who in the world would do a thing like that? Whoever it was, he must have been full of hate. Mr. Dylan? What? He's a squirrel, waspness. Are we on to the them trees here? You reckon she's here?

She might be. She don't think we'd done this, Dashi. I don't know. Are you sure who? I could speak upon thee, I'd tell her. Understand, white man, Doc? Is this your husband? Yes? I'm Matt Dillon.