The Constable

Brown 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. William Plonrae, a trans-drug story of the violence that moved West with young America.

The story of a man who moved with it, Matt Dillon, United States Marshall. I turned them all loose, Mr. Dillon, like you said.

Oh good Chester. They was the sorry-it's looking cowboys I ever did see. I guess I didn't really hurt any of them, Chester. Well she's being banged on the head with a six gun, eat the gentlest way to end the evening's pleasure.

And how they'll live. They've been taking their pleasure too seriously. Yes, there were things quieted down a little last night after you locked up them five. There might have been real trouble otherwise. I just don't know what's got in there, everybody lately, Mr. Dylan?

Well, it goes like that, Justin. Things will be peaceful enough for a while till some wild outfit like this drag-ar heard, it's done. Then you gotta come down on them hard and fast before they really get the bit in their teeth.

You sure did last night? Well, it isn't over yet. You, Marshall, Dylan... Yeah, it seems ranch. I'm glad to know you're ants. I've bossed the drag R heard up here from down around Matagorda. That's in Texas, Marshall.

Yeah, I've been there. You have? Well, you better not go back. Oh. We might give you the kind of welcome you're giving us. Let your complaint, Rance. Buffalo and my men. Five of them come into campus morning with blood in their hair.