The Pacifist

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Gun-smoked, starring William Conrad, the cranksrud story of the violence the violence that moved west with young America. And the story of a man who moved with 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. Look down here, Mr. Dillon.

Is Deb Windgate, ain't it? Yeah. I just hope he doesn't want to find some shade and talk for an hour. I want to get back to Dodge. There ain't no shade to find around here.

Lesson's through with that little ride. Hello, Marshall. Chester? Well, Deb. Hi, Deb. Hey, that's fine. You fellas and carrying lariat ropes. How was up, Jeb? You want somebody hung? No, it ain't that. It's the help of poor fella out the other side of the mound there.

He's got an old shoot up single tree wagon. Now his traces are busted. Well, can't he tie him together? Oh, they're too short already. I was riding over to my place for some rope, but maybe you can save me the trip.

I will help him, Jeb. Is he frontiers? Oh, I never seen him before. Some poor half-starred pilgrim. I feel kind of sorry for him, though. So you take care of him now. Yeah, we will, Jeb. It's all long.