 Don 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. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke. The story of a man who moved with it. Dillon, the United States Marshall. 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. Do you ever notice, Mr. Dillon, this trip down from Hayes City seems to get longer every time? Yeah, that's sure longer when it's hot, Chester. That's just what I was thinking. Hey, Mr. Dillon? Yeah. Do you suppose the ground sort of stretches out like when the sun's burning down real strong? That's an interesting idea, Chester, but no. Other side and wagging. You just keep your head right. Nobody's shooting. That could happen, all right. Sounds like that was the last one. Well, I'd just soon be sure, Mr. Dillon. Now, I don't mind being shot out by somebody I can see, but... Come on, Chester. Have a look around. It's like it's ever been fired. Yeah, let me see it. Don't look like no army wagon over there, though. No, it doesn't. Richard, don't it smell, though? You know what that is, Chester? That's whiskey. It must have exploded. Soaked everything. That sure is a terrible smell. Must have been terrible whiskey. Maybe there ought to be somebody around here, wouldn't you? Looks like he was trying to get away, don't it? The woman made it. What woman? The woman who belongs to the things that are strewn around here. Oh, yes, sir. Do you reckon they shot her, too? Maybe if she was lucky they did. Now, let's get the horses and have a look around. Get a wander this far. Ladies, I know it ain't been much good at walking very far. Of course, I ain't know them all. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Listen, Chester. What? Be quiet. Yeah. We know that. She'll die. You're not gonna die, man. You sure ain't making no sense. No. Here. Help me turn her over, Chester. Take it easy. There's the gunshot. That's the back of her head. Can't tell, Chester. We better get her to duck. Look, uh, I'll tell you what. You go in in the dodge and find a wagon. And I'll stay here until you get back, huh? Well, but what about the other... the man back there at the park? Well, nothing's gonna help him now. Go on, hurry, will you? I'm not sure I can tell you if she'll make it or not. Listen, it looked. It's not the wound so much. Well, of course that's part of it, but... it's more her mental state. I can't get to her. I can't even get her name out of there. When do you think she might be able to talk that? These things can go either way. She could suddenly snap out of it, or she could suddenly sink deeper. I just don't know. You let me know if there's any change. Will you, doctor? Sure, I will. Those without her help, huh? I'm never gonna know what happened out there. Hard to understand women, ain't it, Mr. Dillon? Oh, what got you to thinking about that, Chester? Well, that woman we picked up near that fire. What about her? Well, she just kept going on about her boy all the time. I tell you, that fellow we buried was an old boy. He was 50th years of age, I bet you. Now, Chester, some women just go on drinking like that. Oh, no, Mr. Dillon, ain't we going in here for a beer? I'm as dry as can be. You see that horse tide there? Sure, I do. Look at the gun on the boot. It's carbine, a brand new army carbine, just like the one we found out at that fire. Yeah. Do you know whose horse it is? I'm sure I don't. Looky here, there's initials carved here in the saddle, either IR or ELR. Oh, it's JR. Chester, let's go in. I believe I'll just go on over to the bar. All right, Chester. Of course, if you need me. I'll holler. Thank you. Well, Matt, your trip took a little longer than you planned, didn't it? Yeah, we ran into a little trouble on the prairie a few miles from town. Huh? Bad trouble? It was bad enough. Kitty, anybody around here today with the initials? JR. JR. You're not looking for Johnny Ringo, are you? No, I hope not. I'll try to get JR. Oh, well, sure. Joe Ramsey came in. I don't know what he needed with us alone. Oh? Know what I mean? He already smelled like the inside of a whiskey barrel. He didn't. Is he still here? Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, way back there, table near the end of the bar. You see, you know which one he is? I can tell. See you later, Kitty. All right, then. Get right now. No, I... I think you'd better stand up. Oh, see, now, Marshall, you got no call to talk. We're up to meeting. Come on, stand up. Done nothing. Where did you get that? You know what, Carbine, I'm talking about. Ramsey, the one outside on your saddle. Now, where did you get it? Well, Marshall, there ain't nothing wrong about it. Where did you... I was just laying there. I picked it up and that's all. Take it down the way. I don't recollect exactly. Out elder Creekway, maybe. Well, yeah, Marshall, I guess it could have been out near there. Some places... You know it was, Ramsey. Now, do you want to tell me about it? Nothing to tell? I just... Marshall, I didn't have nothing to do with that. You just let it burn. Well, there wasn't no way I could stop it. How did you get the gun? Marshall, it was just laying there. I come across it some ways from the wagon. I picked it up. There's nothing wrong with that. How about the man lying there in the bushes? Do with him. You didn't try to help him? He was dead, Marshall. There's nothing I could do about it. I think you shot him, Ramsey, and then I think you rummaged through the rest of the stuff and the wagon drank all that whiskey you could hold and you poured the rest out and set fire to a whole mess. No, Marshall, I swear to you... You stand and find out that you're coming with me. I'm taking Ramsey to jail. You take care of his horse and bring along that carpe, will you? Yes, sir. All right, come on, Ramsey. What are you doing here? She came out of it and insisted on seeing you. I'll bring her into the office. I've got to lock this man up. Come along, ma'am. Marshall, I want to talk to the Marshall. You just come with us, ma'am, right in here. You ain't taking me in. You just wind him in the arm. All right. Not glad. He was out there when your wagon was burning. Looks like he's the one who did it. Oh, no, Marshall. There, there, Marshall, you see? I told you... Shut up, Ramsey. He didn't do it, Marshall. You see who did? Didn't have to see. I did it. I did it myself. You did? Yes, Marshall. I killed him. I burned the wagon. I tried to kill myself, too, but I didn't hold the gun right. Doctors, you know what she's saying. I'm afraid she does, ma'am. I know what I'm saying. And I know why I did it. Go on. He was selling things, Luther was. Selling them to the Indians. Little whiskey. Few bullets, some guns. He told me he'd packed my mother's china in that box. It was guns. Guns for the Indians. And you killed him for it? Guns for the Indians. Same Indians who killed my boy. My straight, young boy, fighting with the troopers at Laramie. I see. I killed him. And I burned everything. I tried to kill myself, too. Why couldn't I do that, Marshall? Why couldn't I put a finish to it? Not the one to answer that, ma'am. Doc, take her inside with you. I'll be right there. Sure, ma'am. No finish. Go on up to Doc's and wait there, I guess. Next time maybe you won't be so quick to shoot an innocent man. Next time you won't run maybe like a guilty one. I took care of the horse, Mr. Jones. Here's the car being you on me lock this pillow in. No, Chester, you didn't do it. The woman did. The woman? Killed her husband? Set all that fire? Yeah, she did it all. Well, what are we going to do with her? I mean, what will the judge do? I don't know, Chester, but I do know one thing. What's that? Whatever happens to her now, it won't matter to her at all.