Til Death Do Us

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The Transchroid 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. That's a nice clear evening, Mr. Dillon. That'll be cold before morning.

Maybe old Doc ain't too far wrong. too far wrong. Oh what about it? Well he claims winners coming early this year. He claims we'll have snow before the end of the month. He just passed on a long Indian talk just to their all claims. Oh how are you Jezra? Miss Cobb?

I just want to share with you. Even a man. You'd be clear Mr. Dillon if that ain't the most dilapidated old buddy I ever seen any worse. Jezra believes in getting the full value out of things making do is he causes.

And it's got something to eat. Now eating is something I get full value out of. I know. Let's sit over there with the winners. That team of judges could do with some eating. The way their bones are sticking out.

Just a figure is fat on a horse is a sign that grains begin wasted. Well, you're sort of a marshal. Okay. You must figure the same thing about women. Ms. Cobb's bones are sticking out some too.