Old Beller

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. The story of a man who moved with it.

And it states Marshal, the first man they look for and the last thing we want to meet. It's a chancey job, and it makes a man watchful. And a little loom. I tell you one thing, Doctor Sting doesn't ride like a feather bed.

And if your skin is too thin for it, you can always get out and walk. It isn't my skin that bothers me. I can't remember inviting you to come along. That's right, Doc. You didn't.

Then why'd you come? I'll carry off of it. You're curious about a sick Grover in a trail herd? Uh-huh. You must have a lot of time to waste thinking of things like that. Well, I'm curious anytime anybody threatens to kill you if you don't make a cure.

You don't make a cure. No, Sean, Matt, that fellow came after me. We just all rolled up. There was nothing to mount anything. Now let's say I'm just going along for the ride then. Any objection?

Now that you stay out of my way. Now there's the herd. I see it. Cut. The cook wagons over there at the edge of the clearing. I can see that for myself. Oh, you're out, Sheila.

That day, aren't you? I guess you might as well pull up here. Hey, well, I don't see any sick, Kent. Hey, you the doc? I'm the doc. Where's the sick, Kent? He ain't no Kent, doc.

He's yonder. I'll take you over there. Can you climb on? Climber boy. Ha, ha, ha, ha. He'll frayed the rest of you, catch it, moving him off this way. Well, it ain't us. The boss is afraid about it.