Moon

In the town of St. Louis, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. marshal and a smell of gun smoke. Gun smoke starring William Conrad, the French-brad story of the violence that moved west with young America.

The story of a man who moved with it, Matt Dillon, United States marshal. Hit me. That's enough. You beat 19? 20 old doards.

You're lucky today, Bru. Against the dealer like you, Vince. That ain't luck so much. What do you mean by that? Well, I figure maybe you've been letting me win. And then later on, things sort of change, and you'll get all this back, and I'll keep plunging till you've got all mine too.

Bru, I've killed men for that kind of talk. What kind of men? You're in Dodge now, Mr. Gambler. You ain't gonna kill nobody. Listen, he's drunk and I'm sober. I'll be back this evening, venting and bringing a friend. Jack's sold her with me. The game's open.

Bring anybody you like. Solder won't be gambling. He'll just sit here and watch you deal. You got any objections? Why should I? You shouldn't. If you like living. See you later. Sit down, Vin. You look worried.

That fellow brewer just walked out of here with a lot of my money. He's coming back tonight to play some more. And what are you worried about? Sure, I was setting him up, man. Let him win a little and then take everything he's got.

But he's bringing a friend back with him to help watch me deal. You mean he's on to you? Yeah. Who's the friend? Jack Solter. You know him? A little. And I've heard he's quite a gunman.