Trojan War

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. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. Gun smoke, starring William Conrad, the story of the violent 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 looked for and the last they want to meet. It's a chance, a job, that it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely.

Pretty cool morning, ain't it? I'm ready for a spring, Chester. The tail end of the winter always gets on my nerves.

I shouldn't have heard it all now. Worst of it bound to be over. I sure hope so. I'll strike Delmonico's here. I'm always ready to eat. Look, Kitty, we've got company. Yeah, good morning, man.

Say, thanks, morning. How about joining us? Yeah. All right, thank you. Hey, Greg, you like it. Eat a bear. Beaten all. In here. That's probably what you'll get. Well, you're up early this morning, Matt.

Most of the times you don't even start breathing before noon. It's still cold asleep, Doc. Jail stove always burns itself out around five o'clock from then on it. All right, yes. Yes. What is it, Matt?

I haven't seen it at that second table from the window there. What about him? I call themselves the Pueblo gang kidding. He ran into him about four years ago out in Arizona territory. I never heard him coming this far east before.

You want some help? No, sit tight Chester. I'll be right back. All right, guys. You can't start a ride, Ray. It's the Parks Brothers, isn't it? Head and Rio and Chuck Evans. About it, easy.