The Old Lady

around Dodge City and the territory on West. There's just one way to handle the killers in the spoilers. And that's with the U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. Gun smoke. 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. Oh, we're inside a Dodge anyway, Chester. There's Ellen Henry's homestead.

I wonder how she'd take the serving up of breakfast, Mr. John. I'm palm hungry. I'll settle for water in the horses. I don't imagine Ellen has any extra food. No, sir. It's gone pretty hard for her since Ethan died, hadn't it?

That's the talk. Look at her place. Three lean twos and not a green thing growing. I don't know how she makes out. Well, maybe Luther helps more than the folks give him credit for her.

For a son, he's not much good to my way of thinking. I don't know when he turns a hand for his mother between stops at the Texas Trail and the Long Branch. At least not much like his father was.

Or Ellen either, for that matter. That's a mite early, nobody's stern. Oh, well, we better just water our horses and ride on, just a little. Yes, sir. Quiet like, isn't it? Yeah. Oh. Where'd you come from, Mr. Dillon?

Ah, from the house, I think. Luther? I don't know. You're a trespassing. Get off my land. It's Marshall Dillon, Alan. We just stopped to water our horses. I recognize you're trespassing. Still go with myself.

You're awful quick to fire, Alan. Ethan and me never took the folks arriving unannounced. I still don't take it to you. Well, that's no cause to be firing on us. That way, Mrs. Henry, especially since you recognized it.