Bad Seed

In the town 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 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 Marshal. The first man they look for and the last they want to meet.

It's a chancey job, but it makes a man watchful. At a little lonely. Millions of Americans are now crowding our highways, pushing and impatient to get the most out of this weekend. The hundreds of highway deaths and thousands of highway injuries can be avoided.

Provided that every single motorist does his bit. That bit means driving safely and sanely all the time. There's positively no excuse for excess speed. By observing all speed limits, you'll get to your destination almost as soon, whereas if you speed, you may never get there.

Just as important as the necessity of paying strict attention to traffic signs and those white lines on the highway, they were put there for your protection. Never pass unless you're absolutely certain it's safe that the road is clear ahead.

Never pull out of line, slow up, stop, or turn without first looking in your mirror, signaling clearly well ahead. And don't be afraid to give the other fellow the right of way. If you let him go you won't crash into him. At all times drive with caution and courtesy you'll live longer.

It had been a long hard ride to Fort Larnett. And as it turned out a useless one. The prisoner Colonel Matthews had been holding for me, died before I could get there. So I spent the night at the Fort and then started back for Dodge the next morning. The trip back was more pleasant. A breeze from the Rockies swept