Doc Judge

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, the United States Marshal, the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chance job, and it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely.

Your horse is ready, Mr. Jones. He tied out in front of us. OK, trust it. And the papers were gift-worth. I still don't see why he's got a ride and clean out there. It is for him to sign.

And he do it next time he comes to town. Now these are land rides papers, because their government stops. Jake's not doing me any favor by the time of them. Well, when will I fix that?

None of our reasons, probably, a check in the home when I got there might take one out of them. By the way, there's something you can do while I'm gone, if you will. Yes, sir. What's that?

A door up back, then off the hinges. Two winters now. Oh, hot for that kind of winter. Yeah, two hot in the summer, two cold in the winter, huh? I'll fix it with John. Good, Chef, sir. And you might clean up our back a little too. Those cells look like we've been boarding cattle out there, not men.

Well, I'll see you in a couple of days. Bye, Mr. Jones. Have a nice trip. I'm the time I think I might maybe just go to San Francisco and get me to be in a rich millionaire's gold beer.