Bless Me Till I Die

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 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 Marshall, the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancey job, and it makes a man watchful. At a little lonely. I swear, Mr. Donut, cussed Hayes City, kind of reminds me of a puffed-up, when he told...

Ah, ah, that, Chester. Well, what a mean is it's all booed up, clean out of proportion. People run around there which way nobody knowing where they're running to. I guess that's what happens when a town grows fast.

I just soon spend a week in a buffalo yard. Mr. Jones, look on here. Yeah, I see him. Seems like them folks who's wagging broke down, don't they? Uh-huh. Well, come on, maybe we can give him a hand.

Well, there. We saw you were having trouble, came over to see if you could use some help. Much of why I say it without, Mrs. Treadwell's my name. Cool Treadwell, and this is my missing.

Beth Ann. Hello. How did you do? I know you. I'm Matt Dillon, that's Chester Proctor. How did you do? Say you're the marshall and dodge, aren't you? That's right. And that's something we're headed there.

That's all? That wheel hadn't froze up. I expect we'd be there by now. You could still make it before dark if the wheel's all right. Oh, yeah, it's fine now. I cooled it off and greased it up good as new.