 Down Dodge City 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, the 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. And buy you a drink? No thank you, sir. What you gonna mean to his loon for if he ain't gonna drink? No offense, Mr. Sabots. I just don't feel like a drink. Well, man's free to do what he feels like, Henry. Up to a point, he is. You're all alike, you Southerners. We keep our word to men and to women. Now, is that what you're here for, to see that I don't run off? No man's gonna shame my sister, sir. What are you talking about? I'm gonna marry her in two days. Yes, sir, you are. Look, Henry, we postponed the wedding last month because I had to go to Abilene on business. I run a big ranch and it takes a lot of hard-working time. And the ranch comes first. Now, can you get that through your head? I understand. I just hope for your sake you don't have to go anywhere this time. Polly wasn't proud having to call off the wedding last month. Now, I suppose you leave that to me and Polly and keep your puppy nose out of this. I don't care for that remark, Mr. Sabots. No? And let's see what a young Confederate gentleman does about something he don't care for. Well, go ahead, you're wearing a gun. You can't bluff me, sir. All right, hold it, you two. Oh, get this little whipper snapper off my back, Marshall, before I shoot. That's enough, Sabots. All right, Henry, get out of here. Go drink someplace else tonight. I'm not drinking, Marshall. You're still ahead, not get out anyway. No, all right, sir. But don't you forget what I said, Mr. Sabots. I don't know if I ought to marry into a family like that or not. Marrying's your problem, Sabots. Just don't kill any of them, that's all. Well, I have a drink, Marshall. I've got one at the table over there, thanks. Later, maybe, huh? Yeah, maybe. You should have stopped that just in time, then. Yeah. That kid wouldn't have had a chance against Nate Sabots. No, but he'd have tried it anyway. I'm not going to make a real happy family. Oh, they'll get along, Kitty. Sabots and Polly, anyway. They will, if Henry and his father give them a chance. Too bad Mrs. Torment isn't still alive. She'd handle it better. Oh, they're nervous about the wedding, that's all. Yeah, and about Sabots' money. They need it bad. They used to be rich, Kitty, back in Virginia. Well, sure, before the war. Why do you think they're so happy to be able to marry Polly off to a big rancher like Sabots? You know what a father's like to me. Yeah, except for Polly. I think she's real fond of Sabots. Well, sure. He's fond of her, too. After all, she's a woman, isn't she? Yeah, I know. But maybe he'll settle down and quit running around so much. I hope so, for her sake. When's the wedding, Matt? Day after tomorrow? That's what they say. You're going, aren't you? Yeah, I suppose I'll go. I love weddings. Oh, Kitty, that reminds me. I saw Polly on the street the other day, and she asked me to tell you that you'd be welcome at the wedding if you want to come. She did? I've only met her at the store and around. Well, it seems like she liked you. Anyway, that's what she said. Gee, Matt, do you think I should? Well, you were invited by the bride. I don't know why not. Well, maybe I'd better think it over. She's got enough trouble as it is. Anyway, I feel kind of good to her asking me. Oh, they're just people, Kitty. Like anybody else. If there's anything I hate, it's a liar, Matt. What's the trouble now, Doc? Ah, these eggs. The cook's swore they were fresh. They're fine where they've been put down in water glass. Well, why don't you raise some chickens then? I would, but they just create a whole new class of thieves. Chicken thieves. Seems to be yearning for a bad day, Doc. You started feeling this way. I'd sooner trust Crazy Bula over there than most people I know around here. Crazy Bula? Yeah. Oh, yeah. I haven't seen her in a long time. Funny thing about her, man. She's still sort of pretty. Yeah. Don't you look in her eyes, she is. That's something, Doc. I can't help feeling sorry for her. I know. There's nothing anyone can do to help her. No, I guess not. She came to see me a couple of weeks ago. She had the egg yolk. And she paid my fee, too. And if Crazy Bula can pay up, you'd think the more prosperous citizens around here could. I tell you, I sometimes wonder about these people, Matt. Maybe you charge too much. If I charge nothing, they'd still cheat me some. Come on, Miss John. Yes, Doctor. Here. Just look at this. Read it. If Nate Cybert's marries that Troiman girl, there'll be a killing. I'm warning the law to stop it before it's too late. There's no signature. Where'd you get this, Chester? It was under the office door when I opened up this morning. What do you make of it? Let me see it, Matt. It's printed. I thought I might recognize the handwriting. That's why you printed it, I guess. Well, I wouldn't want to be in Nate's Cybert's boots. Young Henry's going to shoot him if he doesn't marry Polly, and here's somebody who's going to shoot him if he does. All in all, it'll make for a lively smile. I think we better talk to the Cyberts about this, Chester. He sent her to the Dodge House to last the wedding. Yeah, I know. So long, Doc. Have a pleasant day. Yeah, sure, Matt. Yeah, so long. Sure, Marshall. Come on in. Come in. Maybe you could tell me. No, I got no idea, Marshall. Can you think of anybody who doesn't want you to get married, Cybert? I got enemies, sure. What man hasn't, but they don't have nothing to do with me and Polly. Well, they care if I get married. Well, maybe it's just a joke somebody's kindly playing on you. Or a joke under the circumstances. Yeah, I suppose it would be. My old man told me to stay away from women a long time ago. I should listen to him. A little late now. Yeah. If you get any idea, let me know, will you? Anyway, we'll be at the wedding. We'll do what we can. I'll be wearing a gun, too, Marshall. You can count on that. Cross means different things to different people. To the family left homeless by a fire, flood or tornado, the Red Cross means food, clothing and shelter, perhaps even a gift of money. To a service man overseas or a veteran in a hospital, the Red Cross may mean a friendly reminder of home or a few moments of care-chasing entertainment. To someone seriously injured or undergoing an operation, the Red Cross means a ready supply of life-saving blood. 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If he's run off, I'll find him and... Quiet, Henry. Now, let the Marshall speak. He's all right, Polly. I just want to know if you can think of anybody who would try to put a stop to the wedding tomorrow. Quiet, I'll stop it. That's right. Well, Marshall, I don't understand what you... Well, somebody's threatened to Polly. I don't know who it could be, and neither does Nate Cybert's. I talked to him about it. This is mighty strange, sir. It sure is. Is it true, Marshall? Yes, it looks that way. Well, who'd not want us to get married? Polly, when you took up with Nate Cybert's, was there anyone else who might have been jealous about it? Uncommonly jealous, I mean. Enough to start trouble tomorrow. No, Marshall, it wasn't. What about Red Withers? Red Withers and I broke off two months before that, Henry. Besides, he's gone to Los Alamos. There wasn't anybody else, huh? No. Marshall, have you felt that maybe Nate Cybert himself might have started this? He didn't. How do you know he didn't do it? He ran out once before. Oh, Henry. He's not that kind of a man, Henry. That's why. Now, let's not get all upset about this. I promise you, Polly, that Chester and I'll be there tomorrow, and we'll see that nothing goes wrong. Thank you, Marshall. I'll be there, too. Don't forget that. Sure, Henry. But don't come wearing a gun. Why not? Because I'll take it off you if you do. You're too ready to use it. Is there anything I can do, Marshall? I'll let you know if there is, Mr. Truman. I'm sorry I had to trouble you with this, Polly. I understand, Marshall, and I thank you kindly. I'll see you to the door. Thanks. She says Nate and Polly have consented together in holy wedlock and have witnessed the same here before God and His company, and there, too, have given. Come on, Chester. And she asks their truth, either to others, and have declared the same thank you and receiving gold, and so what? And there won't be one. I think I'm a good man. Well, I can see a lot of real benefits in there, Mr. John. Yeah. There's nobody outside here. Yeah, that's Cybert's buggy right there, ain't it? Yeah, he's driving Polly out to the ranch right after the ceremony. She didn't want a celebration of any kind. Well, it looks like there won't be no trouble after all. I sure hope not on their wedding day and all. It sounds like it's over. They'll be coming out now. Yes, sir. We'll stay close to them till they drive off. It could happen right out here. Well, I'll watch whichever way you ain't watching. How would you know which way I'm watching unless you spend your time watching me, Chester? Well, I'm not sure I didn't mean exactly that. Oh, here it comes. Oh, my, don't they look pretty. Congratulations, Cybert. Ah, thanks, Marshall. Let's go over here a minute, then. Sure. I guess that warning wasn't much to worry about after all. That looks that way. You got nothing but friends here as far as I can see. Sure unsettles a man, though, a note like that. And I think you're going to forget about it now, Cybert. I'll forget it when I find out who wrote it, Marshall. That's what I wanted to ask you. But if you learn anything about it, let me know. Will you promise me that? What would you do if I did find out? I'd kill him? Look, Cybert, you're married now and you've got more than yourself to think about. I'm a peace officer. I'm paid for it. It's my job. And if I find out who wrote that note, I'll run him out of the country. And I'll try to keep you from finding out who it was. I'm not a boy, Marshall. I'm not sure. I appreciate you're trying to protect me. What about Polly? Polly, yeah. All right. I think you see what you mean, Marshall. You're just not used to being married, Cybert. You better go on and start getting used to it, Polly. He's looking for you over there. Well, thanks, Marshall. What's the matter, Justin? I'm just like, oh, I'm going to win. You know there ought to have more winnings around here. Well, if you like them that much, why don't you do something about it? Well, my land, what could I do? Get married. Me? No, why not? Well, now, Mr. John, you know I wouldn't be able to do that. Well, I don't make enough money to keep body and soul together, just for me, let alone a wife and a lot of kids and in-laws and such as that. Well, you couldn't start with just a wife. It's down that road, Cybert. Come on, grab a horse, anybody's horse. No one we know of approves of wasting money. In spite of that, however, we Americans are often guilty of wasting our money by the uses we make of our government facilities. Take the operation of the post office, for example. Mostly out of habit, many offices and individuals post outgoing mail at the end of the day. In addition, many people fail to include zone numbers as part of the address. In both ways, we're slowing down the entire system for delivering mail and adding to the cost of our postal operation. The problem is simple enough to solve. Start solving it tomorrow. If you will arrange to post letters and packages earlier in the day and include zone numbers on the return address as well as the outgoing address, you will help our post office operate more efficiently for you and at less costs, too. Remember, for faster, more economical service, mail early in the day and include zone numbers. There's a buggy just past the bridge there. And that's made all hunkered over. He must have been hit. Take care of the horse, Justice. You take a look under the bridge. Yes, sir, I will. But I couldn't drive the horse back in olden days, too. Who did it, Polly? How many were there? I don't know. I didn't see anybody. We were just driving across the bridge, and they shot him. Why did this happen? You died. Justice, get in the buggy and drive back to Docks. Quick, quick. Yes, sir. Give me that line, please. Tell everybody to stay in town. I don't want to mess up the tracks out here. You'll be there for you, no, Polly. Get a good tight hold on me. As soon as the buggy had gone and the dust had settled, I looked around everywhere. I could see no one. When I walked back, followed Chester's horse tracks down off the wagon road. His were the only marks on that side of the bridge. I crossed over to the other side. There, I found the footprints of... what must have been either a child or a woman. They led off in the direction of a small cabin about 300 yards away. I followed them, gun in hand. Nobody, Marshall. Nobody now that I'm not here. That's what Nate said. Get out of the way, Crazy Bula. Nate. You won't say it no more. I fixed him. Bula, what are you talking about? He wouldn't even look at me on the street after. Then he up-married that Troiman girl. You mean you shot him? I warned you, Marshall. I told you to stop the wedding. I told you what would happen. I told you. Why didn't you stop? You believe me, Marshall? Take a look in the cabin. Smell my rifle. Right there by the door. Nate Savage Bula, I want the truth now. I said I... No, I won't tell you. I don't have to. Right, Bula. I got your things. Let's go into town. I don't need nothing, Marshall. I got all dressed up and everything, see? You look fine. I feel better now, Marshall. He's not all over. He's dead, and I feel a lot better. She's comfortable. Yes, I sure will. It sure beats all old, don't it? Yeah. I'm going up to the docks. Maybe a cyborgs can talk now. You can bury up. Paul will be back there any minute. All right, a little longer, huh? He was under the bridge there, I guess. He got me right in the back. A woman? Crazy Bula. I just locked her up. Bula? How do you know it was her, Marshall? I trailed her to work cabin. She admitted it. She said why she did it. She said you wouldn't look at her on the streets. Told her to get out of the way or something. Doesn't matter much. Drunk one night, Marshall. She kind of chased after me ever since. I tried to keep out of her way. What are you going to tell Paul? I don't know, Marshall. I might even tell her the truth. Goodbye, Marshall. Dark announced that Nate Cybert's would live. And the next day they moved him up to the Troiman House where Paulie could nursing. I never did know if he told Paulie what it was all about. Maybe he didn't have to. Crazy Bula never asked about him. Never mentioned his name again. For her, it was all over and done with. And finally, somebody remembered she had people in St. Louis. And once I located them, I put her on the train and sent her off. She seemed quite happy about the trip. And more normal than I'd ever seen her. Tuneful reminder of times past. Worth remembering, it's this. You're so right to stay regular with Kellogg's All Brand. See, it's the normal natural way to useful regularity. 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