Skid Row

Gunsmoke brought to you by L&M filters. This is it. L&M is best. Stands out from all the rest. Around God City and 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.

Gunsmoke starring William Conrad, the trans-grud story of the violence that moved West with young Americans, 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 thing what a meet. It's a chancey job, and it makes a man watchful. Had a little lonely. Oh, the train's already in, Mr. Dillon?

Ah, good. But I thought we was early. Well, now we won't have to wait so long for the mail to be, sort of, Justin. Hey, ain't that Miss Kitty? Oh, what? Oh, we're gonna hear you talking to that big fella.

That looks like Hank Groat. Oh, now what would she be doing with a man like him? He ain't good for a hog pen. You go get the mail, Chester. All right, sir. I'll walk back with you.

You will not? Why not? You'll kill the air around it, Groat. That's suppative. Why not? You can't talk to me, then. Take your hand off her. What? What do you know's an inform, Marshall? You're lucky he is.

I was about to jab this parasol in your eye. Maybe just like one of your current... Get out of here, Grot. Go on before I kill you. You mean it, don't you? You would kill me.

It's a good thing you're wearing a gun, Marshall. You've got to go on wearing it, too. I'm sorry I got you into this, Mac. No, you didn't get me into it, Kitty. Besides, I don't think there's a man of dodge that would not appreciate a chance to put a hole in Hank Grot.