Never Pester Chester

Down Dot City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers. That's with the U.S. Marshal and the spell of... Gun smoke! Smoke!

Starring William Conrad, the story of the violence that moved West with Young America, the story of a man who moved with it. Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. Sure is hot today, Mr. Dillon. I used to get hotter in Sweetwater though.

Texas? Yes, sir. But I wasn't there very long. Yeah. What'd you do there, Chester? Oh, I was a salesman, Mr. Dillon. Salesman. What'd you sell? Lightning, Ron? Lightning. Oh. Well, now there are good things to have, Mr. Dillon.

Why, I had a line of lightning. I don't think you'd explain it to me, Chester. Too hot. Well, I'll go get us some beer. Maybe that'll help. I don't think I want any beer, Chester.

Well, then, why don't you just go take a sea ass, Mr. Dylan? I'll stay here in office. Why don't you just leave me alone, then? All right, Mr. Dylan? Marsha! Yeah, what do you want, Doc?

A couple of cowboys been feeding their liquor over to Texas Trail. That's what saloons are for, isn't it? Yeah, they've forgiven Kitty a bad time. Oh? She got rid of them now, but they're down at the end of Front Street now, making remarks and pester Natan ladies.

You just might lead the trouble. Well, I'm not gonna walk down there in this heat, just a lecture, a couple of hard-nosed cowboys. I'll go, Mr. Dylan. Oh, good, Chester, you go, huh? Just tell him to take it easy and leave the ladies alone.