Target (AFRTS)

In the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's where the U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke, wearing 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. Be Marshall.

Yes, dear. Hi, Skylamp. How are you? This young Danny leads around. Hey, room 14, straight down the hall. No, thanks. He checked in last night.

Miss Jones, you spooled Danny in his paws, had a nice crap sometime. I might have... Okay, there's pretty hard to get along with. I'm surprised the boy stood as long as he has. as long as he has.

It sure was a funny sound in notice and over the office. What do you make of it? Just if I could make anything of it, we wouldn't have to come here and ask it, won't we?

I didn't think you'd re... Marshall Dillon. Morning, Danny. Mind if we come in? Well, I... I'm just about to go out. I don't want to take a minute. I just wanted to find out what you meant by this note, Danny.

You better go on up to the farm and ask my parl. I'm gone too, but I just thought maybe you could give me some idea first. You better talk to him Marshall. I was in anyway. Last time I saw him, he was having some trouble.