The Cabin

around dark city and in the territory on west there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers and that's with the u.s. marshal and the spell of 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 Marshall

It was over a hundred miles back to Dodge, but I figured I could make it easy in a day and a half. I'd been in Hayes City as a government witness in a murder trial, and I was anxious to get back.

So I rode out of Hayes one morning a couple of hours before light. The ground was clear as snow, but it was mid-winter and it was sharp cold. When the day came, there was no sun on the dark gray sky drilled by a high cold search and wind.

The air was as thin as I could ever remember it being. Behind me in the north lay a great slab of blackness. And I saw that I should have turned back for the wind stood out of the north too.

And sooner or later it would drive that black slab right down on top of me. This was blizzard weather, the kind of weather that kills the land and everything on it. I don't know why I went on, maybe, because of the wind.

You know, a high wind will distemper a man, making him drunk like. Anyway, I didn't turn back. About noon the sky began to turn white with snow and I could smell a touch of moisture in the air.

And finally it came, the sleep, shrillin' in on the wind like small buckshot as the blizzard howled on the prairie. I couldn't look right or left without being stung blind, but as long as I kept the wind on my back I knew I was headed south.