Nina

Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's where the U.S. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke. Mm, 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 Marshall. Dog on it, Dodge, ain't grow to heat since I was here.

It is very big, huh? Front street must have seven eight saloons. A lot of times I've seen don't even have that many houses. We are going to stay here? Now, mean, I told you not to fret yourself. Nobody's going to bother you.

Well, look there. The Longhorn saloon. You know, a man might find whiskey-fits a drink in a place like that. Just drop your reins over the rack, meaning your old pony ain't about going nowhere. I would wait right here, Cough.

You're in a dusting heat. Come on, get down off that old horse. You've been riding so long you need to walk around, son. All right. Anyway, it's cooler inside. If they got a lady's parlour, you can set in there.

They'll set on the porch. Come on. Sure, they got a parlour. There's a side door over there, Nina. You're going in and wait. Glass of rye, bartender. Hold that drink, bartender.

Maybe you picked the wrong place to drink, mister. That's it. Place us down along Riverlet, mix women come in and set. I've heard tell. Maybe that's where you better go. Bartender, I ain't got my drink yet.

Mr. You don't understand what I said. That Bartender ain't gonna give you no drink. Maybe. No he ain't. This place don't serve nobody and walks in with no dirty Mexican. All right, hold it. Hold it.