Jayhawkers

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 US 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. Mind if I sit here and watch the plaza with you, Mr. Dillon? Hmm?

Oh, sure, sure, sit on. I got spring fever, I guess. I guess everybody has that. That'll change soon enough. It will? Sure. Soon as the first trail herd hits Dodd. Yeah, I suppose. Them Texas cowboys.

Mr. Dillon, they all ought to be hobbled and have one arm tied behind their back all the time they're here. No, I don't know, Chester. They're just troublemakers, sure. They're bad enough at home, but they're worse away.

home but they're worse away from. There are plenty of bad men who never saw Texas. Yes and there darn few Texans who ain't bad. What'd you say you're from Chester? Well Wake old but that don't change my opinion one bit Mr Dillon in fact it just proves I know what I'm talking about. Here comes a Texan not Chester look at his

Rick. Yes, sir. It sure is. What's he doing here? Looking for somebody to shoot according to she who. You know him? No, sir. I don't. But then most everybody I knew in Texas has been hung. But now I'm looking for the U.S. Marshal.

You were in the stars. So maybe you're him. That's a darn stranger. You met Dylan. Nice my name. Alright. I'm Phil Jack, some with a herd of 3000 sans-sabic cattle about five days drive from here.