Drop Dead

and the territory on West. There's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with the US Marshal and the spell of gun smoke. Unsmoke, starring William Conrad, the transcribed story of the violence that moved West with young America, the story of a man who moved with it, Matt Dillon, United States Marshal.

The Jackson, Dry as a Boob, Our last hoop of water for the herd.

Not quite, Pekka. Cottonwood pond is just over the rise ahead of it. Here it may be dry too. Bet they haven't hit a reed in the prairie for six months. Yeah, well, Bay Drive. I've been blanked cattle up here to Dodge City for 12 years.

Drought to know drought the ponds always have water. It better have. We're losing 15 head an hour now. Can't push him much, Father. Yeah, baby water. With luck, the railroads got the cars far. We can start loading this afternoon.

All right, this time. Sounds like the boys are for hitting on Anderson. Yeah, come on. There's a pond picker. Plenty of water. I guess you were right. Wonder why the herd's piling up. You ought to be staying feeding for that pond.

You think you have to pull up pickers. A bar of wire of peace. Somebody's been struck upon. Mr. Jackson, it looks like we've got a fight on our hands. I don't like it, Doc. It's too quiet.

When things get too quiet and dodge, it always means a blow-up's coming. Yeah, just sit down, Mat. You're just getting yourself a kiss and hers. You've been a law officer too long. Shut up, Jim and I'm...

You're getting so you just act like a spooky old horse. You're jumping a gun shy. And I'm in this force up soon. Oh, yeah. You mean this? Thank you. Now you take me mad. I don't rant and rail against fate.