Renegade White

There's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers and that's with the US Marshall and the smell of gun smoke William Conrad the story of the violence that moves West with young America The story of a man who moved with it Matt Dillon United States Marshall I'll get you I'll hog you there for you

Put that spear down Listen while hog and mere friends big friends you'll make much noise You're a shy, ain't you? You must be with Wildhog. What name you, Whiteman? I'm Ward Spicer. Ward Spicer, you hear?

You bother me and you'll be in big trouble with Wildhog. Not trouble. Tell these other red skins to put their spears down. I need more room. Come, Whiteman. Are you with Wildhog, aren't you? Much talk, come.

All right. Any tricks, I'll shoot you first. Where is he?

Of course here you walk. Why, I said why can't he ride out like anybody else? I want to be in Dodge tonight. Come. It's me.

It's Orange Spicer, all right. Yes. He is brave, so you're sure to keep you covered. Can't tell one from another, except you, of course. I hadn't thought maybe I'd run into the wrong Indians. No moon tonight.

Oh, I recognized him as Cheyens, all right. But you never know with... with... with what, Spicer? Nothing wild, hog, forget it. You never know with Indians. Now, wild hog, you and mere friends don't get so touchy.

I didn't mean nothing. We are not friends. I pay you. Sure we're friends. You're about the most educated Indian I ever met. That's why. I learned only English from the white men. Nothing else. And you sure had a good teacher, fella.