 Around 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 guns smoke. Jim Conrad, 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, the 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. Enough to sell, we've got a customer. Yes, sir. It's just me, Mr. Dillon. He's so brum and amongst the soundings. Yeah, well, he's been working at it good and steady. I've never seen him before. He wasn't in any shape to tell me his name. I ain't sure he'll ever remember it, the way he lives. Give him time to recollect. Sure did a good job there, Doc. That's a beautiful little girl of Molly's. Oh, I can't take much credit for that, Kitty. No, but you didn't hurt her any bringing her into the world. And I tell you, Kitty, if every woman was as sensible about having children as Molly is, a lot of doctors would be out of work. Well, she's had a lot of practice. I'll say that for her. But that brutal kid's running around. She doesn't have much time to fuss about having another one, I guess. Well, anyway, it was good to see her again. She never has time to come into town anymore. I should think not. I don't have much time to get out of town. Oh, even the dry prairie looks good to me. Man, I see it, Kitty. It's almost lying on top of a baby. A baby? That's what I said, a baby. Sure, Doc. Get that woman into town just as fast as I can. Can I help you move her? I'll make it. Kitty, you see if you can support her head a little bit, will you? Hold her baby in your other arm. Yeah, all right, Doc. Fine, yeah. All right now, we'll go. Oh, she was nearly smothering it. I don't think the baby is hers. Oh, what kind of foolishness is that? She's a white woman, isn't she? Well, you can see for yourself she's a white woman. Well, I just got a good look at the baby's face. It's an Indian baby, Doc. Indian? Here, let me have a look at it. All right, George, Kitty, I believe you're all right. I'm sure I'm right. Well, no matter. You'd best get the both of them back to town. So come on, come on. So I'll tell you that. That nice buggy ride out in the country with Kitty didn't improve your disposition much, did it? Nice buggy ride. I made three calls, chopped a load of wood for old lady Thomas, and bought her up a patient in the town. All right, Doc. All right. I've been so true with the idea of having a good time. As a matter of fact, Matt, it might be a good idea for you to talk to the patient I brought in. Why, has he been shot? It's a woman. All right then, has she been shot? No, but she's in bad shape from exhaustion and exposure. And she has a baby with her. What? Well, that sounds more in your line than mine. I'm not so sure, Matt. You see, she's a white woman. But the baby is Indian. Those things happen sometimes, don't they? Of course they happen. If you just listen to me, I'll tell you why. I think this is different. All right, Doc. I don't think the baby's hers. I think she kidnapped it. Please go easy with her, Matt. Whatever she's been through has been very hard on her. Well, do you want me to see her or not? I want you to see her. Sergeant Indian. Well, she keeps calling his name. My baby, give him to me. This isn't your baby, is it, ma'am? They kill my baby. Yes, I know. But to this baby, where did you get this baby? A woman needs a baby. Give him to me. Now, give it to me quietly. This one? Baby. Maybe later. Yeah. Ask them about one little, like that needle in a haystack, to follow and tell me about. Yeah, I'm not sure. No, sir. It just don't figure to prove out. It won't prove out if we don't start somewhere. He turned from hunting. You tell me what's on your mind first. Marshall knows. When men come back, there will be trouble. But you know the white baby is dead. Brought the mother to the lodgers into the night. She took baby of my people. You know this to be true. I found out her name's Doris. She's able to. That's all I can say. Whether she will or not, it doesn't matter. My baby, care for him, Marshall. The mother has a right to a baby. An Indian mother has a right to a baby, too. But they took my baby, Marshall. They killed my baby. Your baby was sick, Tori. They buried my baby. The savages buried my baby. The Indian women were trying to help you. They took my baby right out of my arm. Because he was dead. I guess I know it, Marshall. But the fever and all. Yes, I know you've been sick. And that may save your life. What do you mean? The Indians may be willing to let it go. Maybe they won't know, Marshall. They've got lots of babies. Maybe they won't care. They know. He's right, Doris. You can do what he says. Can I have him just a night, Marshall? And you take him in the morning? I guess that's all right, Doris. It's too late to get out there tonight anyway. To take him the first thing in the morning. All right, Marshall. Here's what I've ever said. Of course, it's a night early, but the Marshall, he has to write out the Indian camp. You gonna let me out? Maybe you will at that. He's got an awful lot on his mind. What will that woman and her baby... I've been locked up long enough. What woman are you talking about? That woman that took her baby from the Indians. Walked right out of their camp with it. Nice as you please. Who is she? I don't know. Some woman the Indians found way out west town somewhere. Seems her baby got killed or something and she went and kidnapped herself. The Indian baby. What's her name? I ain't never heard her name. Look, you better turn me loose right now. Well, why wouldn't you listen here? A woman and a baby. What's her name? Well, I know her first name is Doris. Good when she needed you before. She rode off to get help. It was awful sick. I lost Marshall. I didn't find nobody. And when I got back the wagon, I seen the grave. I thought they was dead. I ain't cared about nothing since. I can believe that. That Marshall, where is she? She's taken the baby and gone. She did what? I'll take her back. All right, Mr. Young. Look at them horses. Must be a couple dozen. She's my wife. You better hope it'll stay that way. This is her. Sure. Let your people be merciful. I've come for the woman. She's not decided about the woman. Maybe from my people. The woman was sick with fear. It was an evil spirit with it. My people had not harmed her. Only ones who can help her now. An Indian woman was a baby. I am the mother hawk wing. Let me speak. White mother has suffered more. My baby is back with me. He shows good care. Her baby will never come back. I wish white mother go free. Were you punished? She has been punished enough. Alice is kidding. 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