Ben Slade's Saloon

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 smeller gun smoke. Gun folk starring William Conrad, the story of the violent that moved West with young America, the story of a man who moved with it. Matt Dillon, United States Marshall.

Well Chester, it's another one mr. Dillon laying near his wagon the horse was still hitched and was grazing another stabbing Yes, mr. Dillon Two buffalo hunters found him earlier this morning on the road leading up him around crossing. We just brought him back Who was he his name was Jones less Jones Been in town couple of days buying supplies food where did he come from?

Well some of the boys told me he's got a little farm on up there a Kansas piece my wife too for a little thing to tell them You know anything more about him? He was at Tab Slade in saloon last night playing Ferrell.

Drunk? We'd had a bell or two, but not drunk. Did all right at the Ferrell table? He pretty much had $2,000. $3,000 and a widow woman on the Arkansans River. Big pardon, Mr. Dylan? Yeah, nothing, Chester.

The money's gone, of course. Yes, you. Ask Doc to come down when he can. Was he just wrong? Right. Doc, come down a minute, Mr. Dylan wants you. Coming! I'm coming! The Jones have a gun on him, Chester.

We found a sharp specimen in his spring wagon. He wasn't carrying anything on. It's outside. You want to see it? Had it been fired, no sir? Oh, well. Good morning, my killer. Want to see me?