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Gun Smokers, brought to you by Chesterfield. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed, thanks to Accuré. They satisfy the most. 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 a U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke.

Gun Smokers, starring William Conrad. The transcribed story of the violence that moved west with young Americans. And the story of a man who moved with it.

I'm that man. Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. The first man they looked for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancy job, and it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely. Chester and I were about 30 miles from Dodge when we ran into the Buffalo Hunters camp.

We've been holed up for two days on a deserted sod hut, taken cover from one of the worst blizzards in years. But it was over now, and a warm dry channook flew out of the west, down off the Rockies and across the prairie in the Kansas.

It was Chester who saw the camp first. A pile of buffalo hides have covered by snow, and the skeleton of a wagon, its canvas torn and shredded by the blizzard. The camp was silent as we rode up.

We got on. They ain't near you, so here, Mr. Dillon. Maybe the men got caught out on the prairie when the blizzard hit and couldn't get back. You sure does look that way? I don't know how that team is still alive with nothing but that wagon for protection.

They don't look none too lively. Are you sure, Camp Laino? Get your hands up. What was that for you? Hey, better do what the old man says, Jesse. He was hiding in the wagon. Come over here.