Smoking Out the Beedles

Gunsmoke, brought to you by L&M filters with the miracle tip. King size, regular. Both at the same low price. The round-darge 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.

Powering William Conrad, the transcribed story of the violence that moved West with young America, And the story of a man who moved with him. 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. And a little lonely. The stage from Hayes got here, Mr. Dylan. Oh, that's good, Joseph.

There wasn't nobody on it, though. Oh, were you expecting somebody? No, sure, but that ain't the point. How? How can they run a stage line without no passenger? Well, I don't know, Chester, but the fewer people come to dodge the less trouble it means.

Yes, sir, but if people don't come here, you wouldn't have a job, Mr. Dunn. Oh, you think everybody in dodge right now is an honest law-abiding citizen, huh? Oh, no, sir. Is that what I said?

Is this Marshall's office? Yeah, I'm the Marshall. Come on, Ed. Mr. My name is Pat Clay Marshall. How do you do? This is just a proud foot, Chester. Marshall, I got bad news for you.

Nobody ever came here with good news, as far as I can remember. But what I got, well, it might get you killed. How is that so? Don't get me wrong, not by me. No, sir, I don't shoot people.