Brush at Elkader

Gun smoke brought to you by Chesterfield made the modern way with Accuré smoother cooler Best for you Around Dodge 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. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke Smoke starring William Conrad The transcribed story of the violence that moved west with young Americans.

And the story of a man who moved with it. I'm that man, Matt Dolan, United States Marshal. The first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancy job and it makes a man watchful.

And a little lonely. Dodge had been real quiet all that week. No new herds had come up the trail. The trail no buffalo hunters had drifted in off the prairie, no ox trains that arrived back from Santa Fe.

The town just sat there like a plain girl at a party waiting to dance. But there was no dancing for Dodge. Not until Friday night there wasn't. I got not to see a rancher friend that afternoon and it was near midnight when I got back and rode up Front Street.

For the small crowd gathered opposite the long branch. I dismounted and walked over. At the center of the crowd I found Doc and Chester crotched over a man's sprawl and a dust. A man somebody had put a bullet in.

It's Ben Williams, Mr. Dillon. Who did it, Chester? Nobody don't know. He rode off too fast. Anybody see it? Miss Kitty did. She's standing over there at the long branch now. He's dead, man. It wasn't much I could do for him. Nice fellow like man Williams. Never hurt nobody.