Fall Semester

Down dark 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. Wearing 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. Mr. Dillon, I'm been thinking.

Yeah? We ought to renovate this plate. What? Renovated? Blast at Chester. What's the matter? Ah, nothing, nothing. I was trying to write and listen to you at the same time. That's all he can't be done.

Well, Marco. Yeah, what's the matter, Lee? I'm drunk. Well, he was walking. I thought he'd been shot. No, I'm not shot. I never saw you drunk before, Lee. Will, would you like a little coffee or something?

Ah, that's my gun. Now lock me up. What? Lock me up. Want to sleep in jail here? I do. You keep my gun. There are only blankets out there, Chester. Well, there's one, Mr. Dylan.

Oh, that's enough. Okay, Lee. Just follow Chester. Oh, Will. Also, I come here to prevent a killer. Drunk enough to want to kill him and I'm sober enough to know I'm too drunk to kill.

You understand? To kill holy. Jim's soldier. That's my form. Is he in town too? He is. At the Texas Trail. Let him stay there. Keep him out of here. Come here, Dargan. I never saw Mr. Dargan like that before, Mr. Dylan.

No. I wonder what he was fighting with soldier about. Maybe soldier started it. Maybe he's drunk too. How if he is knowing him, he'll be after someone else to fight with. I think I'll go take a look, Chester.