Stage Holdup

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. Unsmoke starring William Conrad, the story of the violence that moved West with young Americans.

The story of a man who moved with it, Matt Dillon, United States Marshall. The trip from Hayes City to Dodge was long enough horseback, back but by a stage coach it seemed endless. There were only two passengers besides me and after the first hour on the road we stopped talking. Just sit there and silence waiting for the ride to be over. I'd been up late the last few

nights so I graced myself into one corner of the coach and fell asleep. I vaguely remember the stage pull into a stop and somebody shot me but I came fully awake when the door was jerked open and a man behind a bandana stuck a shotgun at my face.

Get out of the coach. Hands in front of you. It'll be a pleasure to blast you open. Take his gun, Charlie. Stand over there with a driver. You two next. Now get on out and don't cry nothing.

It's a car. How come you didn't start shooting when they stopped me, Marshall? Well, I was sound asleep, Hank. Well, I'm sure glad of that. If we put up a fight that fella with a shotgun with a blow at me, clean off the sea.

Yeah. How many up, Martha? Just these two? It's all I've seen. Really? Could be somebody with a rifle hiding in that clump of elder over there. Could be... Hey, that'll learn him, Charlie. Hey, look!