The Noose

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 soaring 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, the United States Marshal, the first man they looked for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancey job that it makes a man watchful. I had a little lonely.

Mr. Dolan? Yeah, Chester. I sure would like to have me a two-bit piece for every time we rode this way, coming in and out of Dodge. I got you the horses, wood too.

Wood what? Like a two-bit piece, forever trip they've made. They're the ones that do the work, you know. Well, now, Mr. Dolan, you know horses can't spend money with us. It'd be just your foolishness to give it to them.

Yeah, I guess you're right. I guess you're right. Well, of course I'm a good grist. It's alive! All right, all right, sir. Yeah, they can give it money to a horse. I think nobody wanted to give it.

I wonder what that fella's up to. What fella's that? I'd have to claim it's done. Looks like he's stringing up a rope. Yeah, it sure does. That's what he's doing, all right? Stringing a rope.

And he's got a noose on it. Yeah. The buyer for that rope, mister? Well, yes, sir. I do. I got to see that it's measured proper. Don't you come on down. That ain't very polite, mister.

Now, you look here. He's the US Marshal. You better climb down from that tree right now. All right. All right, I'll do that. I've always been a law-abiding man myself. What's your name? Just Claude.