Distant Drummer

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 guns. Gun, folks, 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 look for and the last thing what a meet. It's a chance, a job, that it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely.

I've seen that. All right, Sam. Stand still. No, nothing worth your trouble, Miss Kitty. Well, I will be if they get any worse. Lean over.

I'll thank you to have a sure hand or that needle. I don't worry, Sam. I'm not much of a seamstress, but I ought to be able to catch up a rip and a pair of bridges without doing much damage.

I don't want to hold it. Thank you, Miss Kitty. Thank you, Miss Kitty. You're welcome, Sam. I just hated to see you start the day with a hole in your britches. With that trailer doing town, it's gonna be hard enough.

Yes, ma'am. What in the world's that? Hey, look at him go there. He's ten miles, one and a door. Just make me play the drum in there. Yeah. Like a... Hot someplace, Miss Kitty. I ain't hurtin' nobody.

Now look here, right? I'll handle this, Sam. Oh, I can't settle down. Well, ready, Raffy's got a friend. You two go along. He's hiding behind a gal. Play a drum for her, Raffy. I said get along.

Big, strong man, aren't you? Picking on the likes of Raffy. Now, you get out of here. And don't come back. Well, what do you think about it? It's all right now, Raffy. They're sons. I wasn't doing that.