 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 a U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. The story of a man who met at States Marshal, the first man they looked for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancey job, and it makes a man watchful, and a little lonely. Well, like I've been telling you, I don't know about that. He saved his whole company though, I do know that much. Thanks, Chester, there isn't much to attend to. I'll be back by supper time. Yes, you will, I'll be good. Maybe you'll even get to shake his hand too. Yeah. If you're hungry to get the food down, then... Oh, I'd move away. I wouldn't want to move into this town anyway. Jonathan was? Not this time. He's impressed everybody in town. You know, if I'd accepted all the hospitality this town offered me, I wouldn't be able to move. Well, people in Dodge respect a brave man. Yeah, well, now there must be a lot of brave men in Dodge. Nice to meet you, Marshal. Sit down there. Thank you, Kenny. There's a place near here, man. Yeah, so I've heard nothing bad, I hope. Nobody's saying anything bad about you, Mr. Wisch. It was just one of those convivial times when the whiskey was pouring freely at the bar. Sure. It's just that I happened to be in the right place at the right time, Marshal. Any man could have done the same. But no other man did. That's the important thing. I hope you'll find a place that suits you. Thank you, Marshal. I'm sure I will. Everybody's being very helpful. Dodge City can use a good man. Isn't that so, Matt? Yeah. I can do for you while you're going, sir. Well, thanks, Mr. Doby. Everything's fine. Mr. Jonathan Wood of the Battle of the Hogback. What'd he tell you about? How Mr. Wood saved his company by staying behind and manning that gun when the enemy started up the hill. He held him off single-handedly. Where's he gone? I don't know who you are, young man, but Mr. Wood isn't the kind of man I try to keep track of. I'll find him myself. And if I did know where he was, I'd see no reason for telling you. Brother of a soldier? He was a soldier, Marshal. A fighting soldier. Of course, not murder, though. That depends on who kills him, don't it? He killed him as if he'd aimed the gun. Stood up and he run off in a retreat like he tells the story. Only he couldn't stand it no more. He broke away howling for the shooting to stop. It led him right to my paws. Wasn't this Wood's doing? It was my paws. He ain't gonna do nothing. It happens that I did. And you didn't even know as much too young to know what he's talking about. My paw wasn't too young. He doesn't know what he's talking about. But you... Back wasn't there, Mr. Wood. Wasn't there? It was Ro. Jed Ro. You bet it was. I wouldn't tell the story and you tell it true. These people, they've all heard it. They've all heard how you were supposed to stay there and cover their retreat with edginess as they come at him. Well, yes. And have they heard what you really did close? Now, this is a really... And then you... I'm telling you to get out of town, Mr. Wood. I'm telling you that if I see you around anywhere after today, you're gonna have to stand and fight me. I won't be talking. And Ronan won't do you no good. He is conspicuously considerate of others. Then, he climbs into the family automobile. Immediately, the casual observer notes a none too subtle change still over him. His eyes narrow, his jaw juts, and the beginning of a snarl curls his lips. He's undergoing a transformation. He's a werewolf touched by the first rays of full moon. We'll spare you the picture of his driving manners, his tooth and claw tactics in traffic, the way he streaks down the straightaway driven by demons. It's a fact. Getting behind a wheel is strong enough chemistry to warp some personalities. If you sense that we're trying to make a point here, you're right. It's simply this. Be sure your driving manners are at least as good as when you're out of the driver's seat. Observing motoring courtesy is another way of taking care to get there. Marshall, I had too much to drink. I thought it might spare us all a lot of embarrassment if you suggested to him that he leave town. How's that, Marshall? He was in here yesterday and he wanted me to make you leave town. Understand how he's upset about the death of his father, Marshall Dillon. It seems to have become an obsession with him. But I see no reason for me to have to put up with a scene every time we run into each other. Now, surely it... Listen to me. I'll tell you what I told him. He hasn't done anything to make me send him out of town yet. Well, he's as much as threatened my life. Then maybe you should be the one to leave. I'm sorry, Marshall Dillon, that you take the side of an irresponsible boy. I'm not taking anybody's side. Well, surely you don't believe his story. If there's something, I... I wanted them to... That's Edward, Jack Moyles, and John Daenerys. Farley Baer is Chester, Howard McNeer is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. I'll see you guys again next week when CVS Radio presents on the CVS Radio Network. Does this happen to you? You get into bed. Then suddenly, a dog lead to sleep tablet that keeps on working while you sleep. Here's the secret, tiny blue granules that restore sleep whenever your sleep is interrupted. Only Mr. Sleep, with standby action, keeps on working while you sleep, without the need for extra medication. No habit-forming narcotics. With Mr. Sleep, see you through the night tonight.