Ma Tennis

Gun Smokes. Brought to you by L&M builders with the miracle tips. King-sized, regular, both at the same low price. 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 Smokes bring William Conrad, the trans-fribed story of the violence that moved West with young America, who moved with it. I'm that man, Matt Dolan, United States Marshal.

The first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancey job that makes a man watchful. Miss Kitty? Hello.

I'm Ben Tennes, Miss Kitty. What's up, Ben? Well, thanks. I've seen you wrong. I don't get the town off him. The maw keeps pretty tight rain on us. Who's us? Me and Andy, yeah. He's my kid, brother.

Oh. We run a ranch down on Crooked Creek. Greek. Am I on the course. That's the three of you, huh? Yeah, Paul's dead. I wanted to tell you who I am so she wouldn't think I meant nothing wrong.

About what? Uh, fella told me you brought him luck once, a gambling. That's silly. Maybe. But I wish you'd tried. Please, Miss Kitty. You want to buy me some chips? Sure will. If you sit by my brother over there.

Oh, for him. Yeah, and his kind of hot-headed mam and he's been losing. I don't want to get mixed up in any fight. Oh, there won't be any trouble. But you might change his luck.

Please, Miss Kitty. Sounds to me like you've still got this kid, brother. Years on a bottle. But you seem like a nice fella, Ben. I'll go. Gee, thanks, Miss Kitty. What's table? I'll show you.