Monopoly

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. Conrad, the trans-fried story of the violence that moved West with young America.

The story of a man who moved with it. Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. Ah, good morning Chester. Good morning, Mitch Dillon.

Dylan. Is the prisoner awake yet? Yes, he's awake, but he sort of wishin' he wasn't. No. Not after last night. I never saw a bob items that drunk before. I gave him some coffee a little while ago and you know what, Mr. Dylan? He wouldn't drink it before he poured about a spoonful

of tobacco in it. That's mule-skinnner style, Chester. Mine. Bring him out here, eh? Yes, sir. Come on out into the sun, Adam. It's time to own up to your dark and evil always sure must have been drawn if I let you told me in jail Chester I didn't throw you in jail he did but I couldn't well how did Marshall Dillon I thought

you's out of time I got back late last night at him to just in time to stop you from blowing the roof off the other for again so I don't even remember well as you're going you you you turn him loose you didn't come at any crimes he who were just getting worked up to sell.

Oh, thanks for stopping me, Marshall. I guess I was a little wild. Too much to celebrate, that's what. Oh, well, you're celebrating anyway. Well, selling out. Selling out? Yeah. You mean you sold your freight business?