Trust

Gunsmoke brought to you by L&M filters. This is it. L&M is best. Stands out from all the rest. The Roundzog City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with the U.S. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke.

During William Conrad, the France-Grod story of the violence that moved West with young Americans, And the story of a man who moved with him. 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, and it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely. It was a ninety mile ride from Dodge to where Chester and I were taken cover behind a small no.

Just beyond a smoky hill river. In front of us, hidden behind a horse, he'd ridden to death, covering those miles was a stranger, called James Nation. Nation had killed his man back in Dodge and then jumped on his horse and run north.

It was a rough ride, and we'd caught up with him the hard way. My horse was dead from a rifle bullet, and Chester's was standing on three legs crippled with a slug in the shoulder.

in the shoulder. One thing to do is he's in his baddest part of the wheel. I watch him, Chester. He's moving. Now wait a minute. Don't shoot. He's got his hands up. Yeah. He's giving up mighty easy.

Oh, maybe. Let's go meet him. Better not try nothing. He'll die if he does. He's coming, nation. I've put my hands down. Put him down. I'll come here I didn't shoot it out.