The Indian Horse

Down 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. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. During William Padre, the trans-dried story of the violence that moved West with young America, the story of a man who moved with it,

Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. And there's the peace officer of...

My greatest Mr. Dillon, their own line team. I've seen him in town for a while. You got his wife with him too. And the wagons filled with kids? Well, how do you know Lang could bring the kids along?

Well, he always does. Oh. But, uh, John... Hey, look, there's a filter boy. Oh, yeah. The way down there is Emma Gold. He's in her town for a spell either. Not in the area. Respectfully.

a man. A few as does it. Chester. Yes sir. Well you shut the door you're letting in all the flies in Kansas. But Mr. Dylan I can't shut the door Chester you can go out or stay in but shut the door. Yes sir. No Mr. Dylan this town is just busting with people all here for the races tomorrow. Yeah. You going out to flats tomorrow. I don't

No, Chester. Well, you don't sound like you hanker after going too much. No, I don't. I wish Colonel Benson's officers would forget about horse racing. Well, I guess they figured their army grays about the best horses in the country.

Everybody knows the cavalry has good horses. They don't have to prove it ever for four or five months. Do it. Mr. Dillon, I just plain don't understand. Ain't nobody like the horse race better than you.