Who Lives by the Sword

Gun smoke brought to you by Chesterfield. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed thanks to Accuré. They satisfy the most. Around that city and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke.

Gun smother, starring William Conrad, the trans-grud 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 Dillon, United States Marshal.

The first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancy job, and it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely. There, I got enough to buy one more drink, Miss Kitty.

You shouldn't spend all your money on me, mister. Mr.? Well, listen to that. Ain't nobody call me Mr. in my whole life. How old are you, Billy? 21. Ah, ah. Oh, it's true. Well, anyway, you're old enough to be called mister.

Golly, you sure make a man feel good, Miss Kitty. Thank you, Billy. But you picked up that money now. You've had enough to drink for one night. Oh, a couple of beers. You'll be glad I made you.

Now you ain't treating me like a man, Miss Kitty. There's no reason why she should, kid. Kitty, huh? You won't have no trouble treating me like a man, Kitty. Be it, stranger. What are you horing in here for?

Go on home to bed, kid. That's you and me, sit down somewhere, Kitty. Talk it over a little. You wouldn't feel it home, stranger. What? There's no hog wall up for you to sit in here.