Billy the Kid

in the territory on West. There's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers. And that's where the US Marshal... ...and the smeller... ...gun smoke. Here are the violins that moved West with Young America.

The story of a man who moved with it. Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. Borted for murder. Watted? Marded. Clay Richards. Clay Richards. H-31. I had six feet. Eyes brown. Eyes brown hair red.

Hey, how'd you like me to print his picture on these notices? I got a woodcut. Let me show you. Ernie! That's your marshall copy of that front page. Interviewing Clay's wife yesterday, I noticed a tin type on the mantle.

They're wedding photographs. So, first thing you know, I snitched it. It's very thoughtful. Yeah, oh, I'll take it Ernie. I'll take it here and then I propped it up in front of me and carved me this wood guy Ain't she prime ain't she just elegant real elegant good likeness don't you think?

Of course. He was seven right years younger with it. Yeah, it's a good likeness Sure doesn't show what makes a law-abiding man like you try to rob a bank Doesn't look like a man who murdered an old cashier in a Chinese cook who just happened to be over though But it's a good likeness.

Yes, sir, it is. A picture like this sure dresses up the front page, don't it? Yeah, it's a little masterpiece, Mr. Heitar, a notable contribution to the culture of Dodge City. Well, thank you, Marshal.

Does fetch the eye, don't it? I'm printing an extra 500 copies of the weekly, and I bet I sell them all. Too bad the cashier's shot went wild. If he'd managed to kill Clay or even wing him, why I bet I could sell a thousand extra copies.