Cheyennes

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France drug story of the violence that moved West with young America And the story of a man who moved with it. I'm that man, Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. The first man they looked for and the last they want to meet.

It's a chancey job, and it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely. I'd seen it before, but every time I'd hoped I'd never see it again. A homestead, smolder and it ruins.

The stock slaughtered are run off, and the family scattered all over. A body by the corral, another in the doorway, and others buried in the ashes of the house. All of them scalped and mutilated.

Just as so at first. We're about 50 miles north of Dodge up on the Pawnee, My horse had gone lame from a rough four-day chase that had led to nothing. We'd lost the trail and it turned back, and just there was riding up ahead.

He stopped and waited. Then we rode up to the scene together and got on. This must be the father, Mr. Dylan. He was coming out of the house to help his son. I was there by the corral.

Well, he got one and didn't for a dime. Yeah, Cheyenne. This is why there aren't any arrows around. That's a Spencer repeatin' rifle. It sure is.

You must have stole that somewhere, Mr. Don. No. No, there isn't one arrow here. The whole war party had rifles. You mean they've been buying them? Well, that's my guess. Hey, look you on to Mr. Don.