Doc's Indians

Around Dodge 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. And the 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 Marshall, the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chance job, and it makes a man watchful, and a little lonely. All right, Lettie.

You mind what I say now? You stay down on that bed. I'm looking on you in the day or something. Oh, sorry to have kept you waiting out here, so long, Kitty. But Lettie had a lot on her mind.

That's all right, Doc. Kind of nice sitting here with the evening breeze blowing. Yes, it is. The air moves around more out here in a dozen times. That's a fact. Come on. Is Laddie gonna be all right?

No, Kitty, she isn't. Oh, I'm sorry. It's her own fault. That sounds kind of heartless, Doc. No, I mean, she calls me out here to tend to her when she feels bad and doesn't. Then she never pays any attention to what I say.

What do you mean? All right. Sure as I'm driving this buggy, she's up on her feet right now. Oh, yes. Doing some hard chore around the place. Wearing yourself right down into another spell. Oh, I just do not know how women do it.

Well, they'll tell you the work won't get done by itself. They tell me that, all right. But there's not a better sense to it. Waiting a day or two to scrub a floor wouldn't matter.