Meshougah

around Dodge 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 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.

Chester and I had left Dodge about nine that morning. It was a good day, clear with a snap in the air. Now horses fell at two and they wanted to move fast.

Not in the lope that we were holding them to. Chester took a couple of deep breaths and liked what he smelled. It purely is a fine day, Mr. Dylan. A fine day. I had some government papers to take over to Bill Houlton with the post office in Pierceville, about 40 miles west of Dodge.

Chester and I figured we'd stop overnight and ride back the next day. We followed the trail along the Arkansos and stayed with it as it left the river at Cimarron and cut across the prairie.

Looks like a big wagon paint up ahead there at the crossing, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, sure looks like it, Chester. Chester was right, but thus cloud we'd seen became 30 and more wagons taking the Cimarron crossing.

It was a shortcut of the Santa Fe Trail leading on Southwest toward Raton Pass. We passed them and our trail swung back to the ark ances again. We rested, water the horses a couple of times, and by afternoon we could see the warehouse, the store, and the post office of a few of the other