Word of Honor

Around Dodge City and into 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. Smoke starring William Conrad, the transcribed story of the violence that moved West with young America, the story of a man who moved with it, Matt Dillon, United States Marshall.

Hi there, Mr. Dillon. He's just plain banny. There's no note anywhere, Chester.

No, sir. Nothing. I looked again all over. Well, it's two days now. That isn't like Doc. I still think he's just gone off on the emergency out in the country some worse. Maybe, but he's always left the word before.

Well, what do we do, Mr. Dylan? I don't know. I might start asking people, Chester, try the saloons and the store and maybe the depot. All right, sir. I'll go right now. Well, I do declare.

What? Riding right up front street is the biggest life. What? What? Why that old devil? Are you sure I was right for sure I docked? Where in the world have you been anyway? Hello, Chester.

Matt. Are you had us worried, Doc? Oh, that's all. Well, you've been gone two days. I know. Next time leave word, Doc, I will. I surely will. If I can't. I'm sure we would save us a lot of time.

Wait a minute. What do you mean, Doc, if you can? Just that. If they let me, I'll leave word. Come on inside, huh? Okay, Doc, I'm curious. You want to tell me about it? And I can tell you part of it, the least important part.

I made a promise about the rest. You know how it is, man. No, but you tell me. Well, the other night, Wednesday it was, I was peacefully asleep in my couch when a couple of riders prompted riding my office.