Flashback

city and in the territory on West and that's where the U.S. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke. See of the violence that moved West with young Americans, United States Marshall. The people of Dodge City will argue their heads off on most any subject you bring up,

but one thing they all agree on is the climate. They don't like it. In the fall it's still the spring they cuss the mud and all through the winter they say it's too cold and business is bad because the trails are closed.

Now summer comes along and they figure it's too hot and dusty. The town's overcrowded with trail drivers and the flies are so bad they carry off alive. Of course they just talk, they don't really do anything about it.

Except... Chester. Sometimes Chester turns into a man of action. Chester what are you? I hope he's finally got him. Got what? That cutted fly. Oh, for... Well I don't care, Mr. Billin. I killed all of them in here except that one and he kept pestering me continue.

Marta the foster couldn't lay a hand on it. So you haul out a gun and blast a hole the size of your fist through the roof of the office, huh? It did sort of make an opening up there, didn't it?

Oh, a little bit handy when the rain starts. We won't have to go outside for our drinking water. Well, I'll get up there and fix it, Mr. Dylan. I didn't even stop the thing. Oh, I guess not.

I reckon it's this heat. That's where I have never seen it this hot and dry. No. Not since last summer. No, it's worse, Mr. Dillon. Every pump on the plavé is dry. Only place you can water horses that trough back of the liver's table.