Born to Hang

Gun smoke. Brought to you by L&M filters. This is it. L&M is best. Stands out from all the rest. Around dark city and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with the U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke.

Gun smoke starring William Conrad, the France drug story of the violence that moved West with young America. And the story of a man 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. Now bring him over here, Glick.

We're ready for you, Digger. Start walking. I'd be lucky to find you so near this cottonwood grove. You know what we did not otherwise. Oh, you'd have thought of something, Glick. Like what? Wow, you ain't about shooting a man in the back, are you?

You can make me mad talking like that, Digger. That worries me a lot. You, Shadow. Oh, hurry up, Glick. Let's get this over with. We've been waiting on you, Pete. Now, what's Robol looking so long-faced about?

It's what I told you before. This ain't right. You're telling me it ain't right to hang a horse thief? It ain't right to hang nobody the way you're doing it. I don't hold with the lynching.

Hanging a horse thief ain't lynching. You can't even prove he's a thief. And what was he doing with our horses? How is camped? I didn't know nothing about your horses. I suppose they wandered up to you in the night, huh?