Indian Baby

In 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. Marshall and the smell of guns smoke. During 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. And a little lonely. How for so, we got a customer.

Hey, sir. You gracious me, Mr. Don. Don't look like you. He's so grumbin' amongst the soundings. Yeah, well, he's been working out of good instead of him. All right, there you go. Know who he is, Mr. Don?

No, I don't think I've ever seen him before. He wasn't in any shape to tell me his name. I ain't sure he'll ever remember it. Oh, you sure did a good job there, Doc. That's a beautiful little girl of Molly.

Oh, I can't take much credit for that, Kitty. No, but you didn't hurt her, any, bringing her into the world. Yeah, I tell you, Kitty, if every woman was as sensible about having children as Molly is, a lot of doctors have got to work.

Well, she's had a lot of practice. I'll say that for her. But that brew to kids running around, she doesn't have much time to fuss about having another one again. Well, anyway, it was good to see her again.

She never has time to come into town anymore. She thinks not. I don't have much time to get out of town. Even the dry prairie looks good to me. Look there, flying in the road.