Livvie's Loss

In the territory on West, there is just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's where the U.S. Marshal 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.

I'm that man, Matt Dillon, United States Marshal, the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancey job and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely. That's elastic wood. Ben? Ben?

There's some in the wood bar. No, you didn't fetch any today. Now go on out the wood jet and bring me some. Ma, I was just fixing to leave for town. Ben read that you fell my wood barks and there'll be no going to town tonight.

You can't keep me here like a tethered calf. Why, you're living in my house. You'll do as I say. I'm a man, grown maw. Paw says I'm... Paw says you want to go to town so you can be like your paw.

Oh, now, maw. Ben. Ben, it's going to town that's turned him the way he is. He's still my paw. Well, you're not going to town. That's the end of it. One man in his family hanging around saloons is enough.

Where is the horses? I thought I told you to get the horses, Ben. Moss says I can't go. And I say you can't. Go on now, get the horses. The boy isn't going, Horatio. Don't stand in the way, little.

He's big enough to go to town with his paw. Ain't you, Ben? Now, sure am, Paw. He's not to go. You're not to take him here and start him on the road you took. Well, now.