Miguel's Daughter

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

Dylan, United States Marshal, the first man they looked for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancey job that it makes a man watchful That a little lonely. Major dinner. Not one like that he don't have.

He was feeding us better than that on the trays. He's sitting there, he don't have to look out for a rattlesnake where he sit down at the day. Don't want to get me something to wash that food down with right now.

This place looks good enough. My basket. I must have my basket. Oh, you don't need to worry now? But the eggs. I caught the basket all right. All right. May I have it, please? Yeah.

That seems to me you owe me a little something. I hadn't caught this basket. It had a drop, sure, and that makes it all broke. Now, ain't that so, Ed? Sure, Jake. It was me, he's kept their eggs from breaking.

I am grateful, Senor. I figure you might want to thank me for the favor. I thank you, Senor. Now, that ain't exactly what I mean. But a little gal I heard know what I mean, wouldn't she?

Sure she was. She was. Just come here. Just a little kid. Hurts you know it's here or not. White. Before you black-eyed, you gassed me. Kiss plenty of times. Now ain't that right, Jonah? You ain't no different with me.