The Killer

A round-dodge city and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with the U.S. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke. Gun smoke, starring William Conrad, a story of the violence that moved West with Young America.

The story of a man who moved with it. Matt Dillon, United States Marshall. Where do you build up the fire this time of night for? More light?

See better? See what? Nothing but just one more life, that's all. Mr. Ever since we met on a trail back there this afternoon, you've been watching me. With strangers, are we? Sure. You've been watching me too? I did it first, but I trust you now.

It's all back in your blanket. Okay? That's better. Now go to sleep with you. You gonna sleep? I'd like to watch the stars a little while first. Ain't no stars but me. I can see them over your shoulder there.

Laying on my back gives me the ache. Gives me the ache too. We got a lot in common, Mr.. Yeah. You never told me what name you go by. You never told me neither? I've grown up. You ain't the most suspicious man I ever run into.

I'm still alive. You're a good worry and so much you get old before your time. My pa taught me a worry. Who's your pa? He's David. I died worrying from him. No. No, he died of milk sickness.

He's a good man though. Ain't any good man. He was. Why? What he believed in. What did he believe in? He always said he believed in foot washing, saving your seed potatoes and paying your honest debt.