The Square Triangle

Around God 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 a smell of gun smoke. Gun 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. Quiet night, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, except for that coyote, he's wailing his head off out there.

Mad at the moon, I guess. For in love, maybe. Oh. Yes, sir. The way I've noticed it, anytime you find a man or animal out, squalling around in the dark, it's usually love. Yeah, but this one sounds kind of mournful, Chester.

Wilson, love is mournful. Sometimes, Mr. Dylan. Yeah, so I've heard. Match. Is that you? Oh, good evening, Miss Marley. How have you been, Knight? Oh, fine. Fine, thank you. You, uh, down here on Front Street this time of night alone?

I'm looking for Red Lawson. He's a new man, works for Al. I was meeting him sometime after midnight and they're going out on a cattle buying trip. I want to talk to him first. You satisfied?

Wow, it's just that this is no place for a woman alone, Ms. Morley. Yeah, maybe you better go home. They are the women down here. They belong here, Ms. Morley. They work here. Oh, don't be so stuffy mad.

And call me Ava for once. Everybody else does. Well, your husband might take exception to that, Ms. Morley. Now, you're blaming me for what happened before, aren't you? I'm not blaming you for anything, Ms. Morley.

I didn't tell him to get into a gunfight over me. Wasn't my fault. I didn't say it was. Chester, you better see that Miss Morley gets home all right? Yes, sir. I can get home by myself.