Thoroughbreds

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

William Bann, the trans-grud 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, and it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely. I've been on longer ride, Mr. Dillon, but I can't remember any no drier.

Yeah, there's probably water in those cotton woods over there, just... They better be. Of course, son. I haven't been by here maybe a year. Oh, my, now don't say that, man. It's done with you.

Ah, hey, look. Ah, that's water. All right. Man, horses, two of them. Oh, sure. They wouldn't be in there otherwise, would they? No, not likely. Yeah, those aren't arranged horses either. No, sir, they sure ain't.

Oh, that was the most beautiful animal I ever saw. Hey, there's a man with him. He's gonna saddle up. Hey, he's awful well decked out for a cowboy, ain't he? Oh, he sure looks better than we do.

Come on. I ain't shaved in a week. How have you in Dodge tomorrow, Justin? You don't act very cordial. All right, let's get on. Just looking for water. Over there.

Turn them loose, Justin. They'll find it. Yes, sir. Come on, get it. That's uh, mighty fine pearl horses you got there, mister. They're all right. All right. Oh, well, them horses got blood in them if I ever seen it.