The Buffalo Hunter

In 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. Marshall 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 Marshall.

Cigar, Mitch Kitty? You know I don't smoke in public, Chester. Excuse me, Mr. Dillon.

Thanks, Chester. I believe I will. You know, for a cow town restaurant, this place serves the toughest steak I ever ate. You should have had the calf fries, Kitty. Next time, I certainly will. That reminds me. Why don't we go on fishing, Mr. Dillon? You said last week, you might take a day off soon.

Alright. How about now, this afternoon? You mean it? Well, sure. Do you want to go, Kitty? Thanks, Matt. There's a new girl to Texas, too. I told her I'd help her make a dress today.

I'm late now. Well, I'll have to drop by the office first, Justice. All right. If you want any help beating those fish, let me know. You know how to cook catfish? You bet I do.

We'll be around it. Hey, Mr. Dylan. Look at those men down there but the J. Huh? Now what's the curious about a wagon load of buffalo hides, I wonder? Maybe they got a white one.

If they have, I want to see you later, Matt. So I'm kidding. This is your wagon, Mr.. No, Gatlev's. I skinned for him. What are you doing here? What's the crowd for?

Just curious. Another Skinner got hurt and we brought him into the dock. What happens? He hurt bad. Bad enough. Gatlev didn't see any sense in bringing him into town at all. Me and the cook, we made him, though.