There Was Never a Horse

Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. Marshal 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 Marshal. I got away. I may shut a ride, Bartender. I ain't too sure I got any left.

Well, make sure. Kind of a saloon-is-is, anyway. There's other saloons in Dodge. What if I like this one? If I don't have an a-ry, you might not like it. You're talking to the wrong man.

You go look for that bottle. If you want to leave, now go on. All right. Never said I wouldn't look, did I? Hey. Hey, you're a stranger in Dodge, ain't you? It beats living here, Mr. Unbeing drunk to boot.

I'm only a little drunk. No business and you were gone back to your pigs. Don't hold milk, ya' cows. Yeah, you talk pretty big. You know what? I think you're a gun. And you ought to have sense enough to keep your mouth shut.

What's your name anyway? I killed men for asking that. You're so crazy, I'll tell you. My name is Ken Creed. Ken Creed? I never changed it. Oh, the way I heard it, Ken Creed's pretty fast with the gun.

Well, you heard right. Now, shut up. Here's your eye, mister. You better bar ten in our thoughts. Hey, ah, a creed. I told you this. Well now look at you. Sure, look at me. You may be fast creed, but you ain't smart.