Don Mateo

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. Gun 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 Marshal, the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chance, a job. And it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely.

You're out and you're staying out. You took my money right now. Now, stand aside there. Your money couldn't have to pay for the ruckus. You was called Nagwan Git. No, not hardly. Hold on there.

But that got away. Well, who are you? That's better. Of course, ain't no job for the law. Well, see, that's the trouble, Sam. You're getting too rough, Marshal. Miss Kitty ordered a mark. No, it's Loon-Gown.

It can get me through it. If she says you're out, Mr. you're out, you better do your drinking someplace else. No saloon, Gog. I got any right to do any of, Jack. I'll do, Mr. Nogolong.

You want him, Mr. Nibill, and she ought to be? I said move along. And he'd be putting on air, having a man throw it out. Well, I ain't even with her. Hey, you'll listen to me.

You get away from the long branch and you'll stay away. If I hear you coming back, I'll be the one to throw you out. I'll be throwing you out of dodge at the same time. Now you go on.

All right, Marsh. All right. But it's a funny kind of law. It's not funny to me. Now you keep moving. Can you think of anything else we need, Sam? Might as well spend all our money as long as we're ordering.