Blood Money

The Round Odd 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 chancey job, but it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely. I'm so dry, I'm spitting cotton, Mr. Dunn.

Hey, can I fill up with the long branch when we get back to Dodge, Chester? Yes, you're right now. I'd even settle for a drink of water. You can't be that thirsty. I'd declare I'm about to stampede.

You think there might be a spring in that clump of elder up here on there? That might be. That's where the next time I'm going to carry me a water bag. I'm gonna be a waterbag.

Keep it wrapped into your pillow, I suppose. You know, town life has made you mighty soft, Chester. That's smart enough. She's got a rifle, Miss Dylan. Who are you, men? We're looking for water. Is there a spring in there?

I said, who are you? What's your name? My name is Matt Dylan. Now I'm Chester Proudfoot. You don't worry me. And I never heard of no Dylan. You shouldn't mind if we got a little water.

Okay. You'll have to drop them gun belts first. I'm sorry. You hurt me. You can't shoot both of us, Mr. Oh, Dylan! Dylan from Dodge? That's what he says. Bring him in here. Here, Alfoot.