 In 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 with Young America. And the story of a man who moved with it. 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. He's the one day of the week a man can get up at noon and sit around with his boots off without anybody hollering at him about it. So of course this Sunday Chester and I were in the saddle at dawn and on a wild goose chase up river. It was on the way back that we chanced into a cottonwood grove about five miles from town. There, two raggedy young men with rifles stood behind a lean, long bearded old patriarch with pale, jumpy eyes. He held a heavy leather strap in his hand and was rhythmically laying it onto the bloody naked back of a young cowboy that strung up by the wrist. Ah, rotten old devil. All right. I'll cut him down, Mr. Dillon. You keep your hands up. Don't anybody try to stop him. Come on, let's shoot it out. Let's get started right now. Take it. These are your son. Chester, get your canteen. He needs some water. Yes, sir. Right into dodge and he stopped me. He's the substance what rioters live in. Told you he was crazy. And then they held trial. Now, I ain't lying. They held trial. That old devil Skirlock was the judge. And then boys of his was like jurors. They even took a vote. It was crazy. Ah, now that I know the mouth, I judged thee. You see what I mean, Marshal? All right, Bride. Get your horse. We'll see you in the dodge. Okay, Marshal. Who's some kind of... I'm a man who noncs the devil and all his. He's powerful, strong again. Well, so am I. To save him, Marshal. Maybe it's his job to keep the peace, ain't it? A scarecrow and a garden of cucumbers keepeth nothing. Oh, now you crazy old fool. Take it easy, Chester. You, Chester, you've interfered with the... He means it, too. They ain't foolin', Mr. Jones. Skirlock, I told you before, man, Don. And any time you want satisfaction for it, you call on me. Chester was warned he shall be judged. But he means it, Mr. Jones. Look at them eyes. They're as wild as a bearing's brain. Forget it, Brad's waitin' for us. For you to say Mr. Jones, but it's me he's mad at. That old man sounds like a lunace. The cowboy, they beat up. Oh, he's all right. I think you should have arrested the old man. Yeah, he's too drunk on his own juice for any cure I know of. That raggedy old Billy with a rifle? I don't know. You know who that is? That's the Dow, sons. Taking a drink. Well, wait a little, man. Here's about this. He has. Huh? That's him coming in the door there. Oh, that'll be fun. I'm not so sure, kiddie. I think I'll kind of wander over there. Yeah, maybe you'd better, won't you? Son of mine, like a common sinner, drinking hard liquor in a palace of sin. Now, Pa, it ain't that easy to do this. I'm a grown man now going, Pa. Oh, well. Marcel, he'll kill me. I know he will. You gotta stop him. Well, he means all that. Get some water. Okay, well, that old skirlock gives me the creeps with his talk. And he needs to begin that you've got to do now. Which is it about? Women or money? Oh, you won't ever understand nothing, doc. Nothing at all. Yeah. Well, now, wait a minute. You're wrong about them. There's one thing I always understand. What's that? When it's bedtime. My God, you're right. I think I'll turn in two, doc. Yeah, and quit wearing justie. Never does a man a bit of good to worry. Maybe you're right. Anyway, thank you for the beer. Hey, wait a minute. Did I pay for the beer? Oh, oh, oh, yeah, that's Jester. Well, good night, Jester. Good night, doc. One of me. All's out. For me? Nobody going. Oh, hey. Didn't your part just about beat the daylights out of you this afternoon? Yeah, and he'll kill him next time. And Dell knows it, too. Now, you get moving, Jester. It's going to be a long enough night as it is. Oh, it ain't good. I ain't... I'll see about that later. Before somebody comes by. Listen, you better help too, Dell. Paying at any post office, station, and naturalization service, failure to register at this time can result in serious legal penalties. If you aren't able to go soon to your local post office or have a friend or relative pick up and return your card for you, what you must register. If you don't make it today, then you want me to stand up to listen to all this crazy talk. Shut up and get on your feet in this punishment. So you shall have a gone minute, Skrillock. I never heard nothing so loony. What right do you got anyway to think you can bring a man out here and fry him? Going ahead, you don't shut up. After judgment is pronounced. Putin' poor rain. My wards. Matter none in the long run. You'll see. Goodbye. You are falling from grace. For putting you out so much. There's no use even trying to talk to him. But you go through with this. The law will get you and you'll go to prison. Now you got sense enough to know that. I'll shove a piece of blanket in your mouth so you don't quit talking, Chester. You ain't really going to chop my hand off, are you? I, commerce, took out and grounded. It's pure luck I still got this arm. Yeah. If you hadn't shot him when you did, I wouldn't even have no head. I didn't shoot him, Chester. Leave me to it. Well, I am plum grateful to him. I sure am. But how'd you get out here anyhow? Dowl wrote in the dodge and found me. Well, glory be. I've got the bleeding stuff, Marshal. Good. You stay here with him. We'll send a wagon. It's for me to stay here alone. Oh, my goodness, you saved my life doing it, Dowl. I guess he wasn't real bright. He meant to do right, but just got sort of lost somewhere. Well, it's inviting you to join us again next week for another story on guns.