The Patsy

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And that's where the US Marshal and the smell of gun-mole-kin-con-res. I'm that man, Matt Dillon, 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. What's this way, Dave? Follow me. You sure nobody cares, Holly?

If they did, you'd fight for me, wouldn't you? Brown, here in the alley. Nobody to see us. Sure. You're also pretty. Am I, Dave?

I'd say back, everybody. Is there somebody laying over there, Miss Dillon? Yeah, come on, Justin. I know, too. That's Dave Thorpe, Justin. Well, we have a look around, Mr. Dylan.

Ah, whoever did it run down the alley into the street. He's just one of the crowd out there by now. He's Dave dead. Oh, he's breathing. I saw Doc in the saloon there. What's he doing?

He's coming. Oh, go keep that crowd back, huh? Yes, sir. Dave. All right. Hey, let me through. Hey, Dave, can you talk? Ah, gee. Dave, fall apart. Somebody shot him, man. Yeah. Oh, let me see you. Let me see you here.

Oh, yes, he got shot all right. Who did it, Matt? Not if you can bring him to, maybe we'll find out. No, no, not this man. He's bleeding to death, Matt. There's nothing I can do to stop it.

Can you tell how it happened, Doc? I mean, where the bullet went in? Oh, you don't need a doctor for that, Matt. His gun's still in his holster. Oh, maybe somebody up drew him. Oh, yeah, I didn't think about that.