Buffalo Killers

one-dod city 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. Starring William Conrad, the story of violence that moved West with young America.

The story of a man who moved with it, Matt Dillon, United States Marshall. Party Marshall! Hello, Mr. Big. Can I give you a hand? Oh, no, this is the last batch. Yeah, where the flies get to these buffalo hides in the morning to be enough vultures overhead to keep the place in the shade for a week.

Yeah. You know, you sure have your hands full by tomorrow night. Yeah, it looks that way. These boys turn them hides into cash. They'll bite the forks out of every bottle and pound. Some of them look mean enough sober.

Yeah. Well you better bed down and get some sleep Mr. Big. Where are you boys? I'm old. Jeff had some trouble with the dry axle up near Pawnee Rock and Boaz stopped to help him fix it but...

I don't know. He shouldn't be this long behind me. Well if I see him I'll tell him where to find him. You can tell Jeff with Boaz he ain't even gonna hear you. Oh, why?

What's the matter with him? Oh, he's right and higher than he goes. You know that white buffalo you've been hearing about? The albino was just Indian talk. Oh, you think so. Well, if it is, boy, sure shot himself a mighty scared bubble.

White is borax. I'd rather fetch a price. Hey, anybody seen Martin Deon? Over here, Chester. You better saddle up, Mr. Dylan. What's the matter, Chester? The Indian trouble. Two men dared and a couple of wagons burned up out there.