Johnny Red

Around Dodge 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. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke. During William Conran, 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, a job, that it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely.

Why'd you get the crowd? Some trail herd just came in.

Circle B, I think. Come on upstairs and have a drink with me. I gotta get a clear of you for a few minutes. All right, let's go. You ever get fed up with this mess?

Who is what? Everything. Come on in. Make yourself down. Thank you. What's bothering you, kiddies? Oh, nothing special. Just the windwams, I guess. Who has the drink come? Okay. You know, so sure as I fed up, why don't you get out of it?

Go back east. And get married and settled on. Oh. Nice, quiet, bank clerk, double wash, cook stove. And kids. And that kids. That's how that drink come? I'm not getting out in either you. So let's live while we start.

Oh, if that's some drunken hurters, I help me out. Yes. Well, let's sit downstairs and Marshall was up there. Come in. Matt. What's on your mind? I thought maybe you could give me some information, Marshall.

I'm looking for some folks named Crayle. Mr. Miss John Crayle. I understand they got a place around Dodge somewhere. somewhere. Yeah, I'm Ms. Crayle, thus John Crayle died about three years ago. No. Are you old friends of theirs? They're my folks, my mom, Paul. What? I'm Billy Crayle.