Lost Rifle

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 in the territory on West There's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers and that's with a u.s. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke Smoke, starring William Conrad, the transcribed 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 look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancey job and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely.

Hey, Tipple. Hey, Tippem.

Move that horse, you're an orchered. I can get mine in there. This hitchhrax pretty crowded, Paris. Can't you tie up someplace else? I said move him over. Here, now, don't do that. No. You hit my horse again.

I'll shoot you, Paris. You won't do nothing. What's the matter with you? You drunk? You got a complaint about something, Tipp. Yeah, Paris. I got a complaint. Go ahead, tippler. I'm wait. All right, hold it there, you men.

You stay out, Es Marshal. Not likely. Now look here, Marshal. I know you're a friend of tipples, but I don't know as I like your protecting him this hard. I'm not protecting anybody, Paris. I'm stopping a gunfight now. You got moving.

I'll meet you anytime, Paris. You shut up. We'll meet right enough. Well, you ain't got your nurse made around. Why'd you stop it, Matt? He had it coming to him. You're pretty hot, temper, aren't you, Ben?

Did you see what he done? That's no reason to shoot a man and you know it. An ordinary man know, but that Paris has been looking for trouble for a long time. I know what he's like.