Wind

in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers on the spoilers, and that's with the U.S. Marshal and the smell of 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.

Three boxes of forty-five. Alright, and I'm a little short of rifle ammunition too, Mr. Witherspoon.

Well, let's see. You still use that 44 Henry, don't you, Marshall? Yeah, that's right. Oh, many. Oh, couple of boxes will do. Huh, thank you. Alright, Chester. What about you? Any fresh tobacco come in, Mr. Whitterspoon?

Yes, sir. One caddy or spit a drowned tobacco. That's all. Hey. Hey. Could I owe you for this, Mr. Whitterspoon? I had just about the one unluckiest month I ever knew. You fellas will never learn, will you?

How to charge you interest, that's what. Well, I won't take it if you'd rather do. I'll be a fool. Of course you'll take it. Thank you, Mr. Witherspoon. But you stay away from those gambling halls.

You can lose more money than your money there, you know. You heard about the killing of the Texas Trail last night then, huh? I did. Where were you, Marshall? Well, I've been away, Mr. Witherspoon.

I just got back this morning. Mm. Nobody told me. Then I take it the man who did the shooting, he's got clean away. Oh, it wasn't a murder, Mr. Witherspoon. I looked into it. He acted purely himself to me.

Ah. That's what all the witnesses said, Mr. Witherspoon. Just another case of men being ruined by good whiskey and bad women, that's all. Well, there was a girl mixed up in it all, right? Ah. Oh, Chester.