Westbound

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 guns during William Conrad. That moved West.

And that dullomed the United States Marshall. The first man they looked for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancey job, and it makes a man watchful. You know, Kitty, when you start to think about it, Chester has a mighty easy life, mighty easy.

I never thought much about it, Don. Well, that bastard should have been from here. Now, you take today, for instance. There they are, probably arriving in Abilene just about now. Nothing to do but pick up a prisoner and then catch the train by the Dodge.

Well, according to math, that train ride to Apple, it can be pretty unpleasant. Dust, heat, squall and baby. No, that isn't the way Chuck sees it. He spent the last three days talking about how he was going to sit back and enjoy himself.

I thought that boy would never stop talking about that trip. Doc, I think you're telling. Oh, no, no, that Chester doesn't even have to pay for it. That's the thing. That's it. I wanted to go to St. Louis someplace like it.

I'd have to pay. Well, you don't work for a US marshal, Doc. No, I don't. I think heaven's for a tune. I've heard Justin say that you have it pretty easy yourself, sometimes, Doc. Well, that'll be easy.

Oh, no. It should be while my life is nothing but a constant round of pills, collage, gunshot wounds, dyspepsia, nothing but complaints, unpaid bills, and work. Yeah. Fed up on the tune. Stuck in that office of mine, damn, dare.