Cain

On Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers. And that's with a U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. Oh, 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. Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come.

Justice, tell me you have to do that, you're just stirring up a lot of dust. Well, cleanliness is next to Godliness, Mr. Dylan. I know I know, I know it, Chester, but all you're doing is getting it off the floor into the air, man, can hardly breathe in here.

Oh, all right, Mr. Dylan. I'll do my sweep in later. Good. My mother taught me that, Mr. Dillon. Taught you what, Chester? That cleanliness is next to godliness. She was a fine woman. Oh, look, Chester. It's a good saying.

And it's probably true. And I got nothing against your mother, except that she also should have taught you how to sweep. Well, maybe she just didn't have the time, Mr. Dillon. You see, there was an awful lot of us.

And well, with chores and... Oh, how about Doc? Uh, come on, uh... I'll buy you a drink. What? Doc said he'd buy you a drink, Mr. Dillon. You really said that? You're coming? Doc, you gotta quit throwing your money around the way you do.

Maybe you don't need it, are you? No, wait a minute, Doc. I'm with you. I'll tell you all about it when I get back, Chester. I'd be mighty interested, Mr. Jones. Oh, I sure be glad when it gets winter again.