Woman Called Mary

Around God City and in the territory on West, there is just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's where the U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. William Gondran, the story of the violence that moved West, where the 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 looked for and the last they want to meet. It's a chance a job that it makes a man watchful. Saying it, Mr. Jones.

Uh-huh. For this time of year, you just couldn't ask for no better weather. If I got even the horses like it. I think they're more interested in that water crop on the island of weather, Chester.

They'll both go merry filling their wash bucket. I sure hope she can straight up all the sled, drop the bottom. Oh, it's large, doesn't bother the horses. Well, that is me. It's warm enough this morning I figured I might wash up a little.

You know you better say I'm not ever morning for two weeks. What did you find out our cold water is? I know but I got McCurry just better today. Yeah sure. Now I'm on and Mary.

Come on Miss Mary. Come on, Sheriff. Mr. Proud for that didn't hear you tell. I can imagine that pretty good stuff. You know you were just too busy that saw. So I'm running set water.

He's still pretty cold. I figured it would be. How's the world been tricking you, Mary? I reckon I don't see much of the world, Marshall. That misty close. Yeah. I got the same feeling sometimes.