 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 gun smoke. 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. Not a little lonely. Joe, easy. Joe, I'm back. There's no use fooling with it, Joe. You just told still. I ain't gonna make it. Clean it up, son, though. No, just let it be. Ain't no time to quit. We got a chance. We got a way. Not me. Marshal, fix me. Don't you worry none about that, Marshal. He ain't finding us now. You... You get him on me, Joe. You're gonna be able to get him for yourself, Red. All you need is a little rest. Joe... You... You... You get him. Don't die on me now. We got off. He give up chasing us. All right, I'll get him. If I don't do nothing else, I'll get that, Marshal. Well, you get here. I don't know whether to put salt on that feather or to shoot it. What? What are you talking about, Doc? That feather in your hat. Every time you turn your head, it puts my eye out. Oh, for heaven's sake. You think this one's bad? Look at the one in Jonas' store window. All right, listen. Well, if you were wearing that one, the man would have to get right off the boardwalk. Well, with some of them, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. You may be right, I can. The present company accepted, of course. Oh, never mind the soft soap kit. You know, any girl would be proud to be seen walking down Front Street with you. Oh, sure. Just riding in the town. Well, it's mad. Yeah. By the time he got back. He didn't even answer. No, that grumpy old goat. He couldn't help hearing us. That's not like him, Doc. No kidding, it isn't. I think I'll walk over and have a talk with him. Yeah, Doc, I wish you would, Doc. Oh, Doc? Yes, Kitty. You let me know if he needs anything, huh? Oh, sure, Kitty, yes, sir. I'll do that. I ain't wanting to bother you, man, but you won't rest near as good laying there at your boots, huh? Well, you just never mind. It's just that I'm trying to make you more comfortable. Get out of here and let me go to sleep, will you? All right. This ain't nothing I can do about it. Oh, Doc. Matt back there? He ain't back there, all right, but he ain't worth seeing. Well, he's just playing out of sorts for one thing. Oh, that's nothing new. What else is him? Well, he ain't acting like he's got good sense. Trying to go to sleep after a four-day ride without even taking his boots off. I'll take a look at him. Sure do wish you would. Would you come back later, please? I'll just be a minute. I just want to get some sleep. Open your mouth. What? What do you want? Let me see your tongue. Give me your hand. You want to take your pulse. Chester? What? Get me some water. All right, Doc. I sleep. I'll let you get it in a minute, Matt. In fact, you're going to sleep much better. Here you are, Doc. Here's the water. Thank you, Chester. Here you are, Matt. Take this. Oh, Doc. I don't want to take any. It's just a powder to chase away what's left of the fever you've had. So go ahead, Matt, and take it. Here. Matt didn't kill you, did it? You'll thank me when you wake up. Well, you get off. So much like a mule. Here, Doc. Here's Mr. I think the worst of his over, but he probably had a pretty bad touch on the fever on the trail. No wonder he's worn out. Ain't there something I can do for him? Oh, don't think so, Chester. He needs sleep more than I do. Yeah, but, Doc, you know I ain't so bad at taking care of sick folks. I know, but I don't think Matt's going to need any of your expert nursing. Well, it just don't seem right. There ain't nothing I can do. Matt's right, Chester. You are like an old woman. I'm just trying to help. I don't want to help so much. Why don't you pick up his things for him? Look, he should have just spread them around, didn't he? But, boy, it looks like a pigsty in here. He just throw these stuff down as you walk through. Look. Saddle bag. This bedroll. Yeah. Well, that's fine. That's good, Chester. You can fix them all up for him. Doc, just look at there. Here you are. Wait. Just take a look at his gun. Well, he just rocked the belt in the corner there. That looks like it's been in the mud. That ain't like, Mr. Dunn. I don't think he's been feeling much like himself for the last two or three days. Sir, I just don't understand how his gun could get this way, Doc, look. I don't know, Chester. Maybe he fell off his horse with a fever. He would have been giddy. There's no question about that. Well, I'm just obliged to clean it for him. All right. That's good, Chester. Yes, there is something you can do, at least. Chester, you want to watch out for one thing. What's that? Well, you want to be sure and take the cartridges out of that gun before you clean it. Well, now... Now, I don't think Matt would take too kindly to the idea of using his gun to blow your brains out with. Of course I'll take him out. I haven't started to clean it yet, you know. You can see for yourself. Oh, well, well, now, Chester, I must say that I'm relieved about that. Well, any fool would know that. Well, I'm glad to hear it. Yes. Well, Chester, I'll see you later. Don't buy any wooden bullets. Of course I won't buy no wooden bullets. I swear, buddy, don't get credit for no sense at all. No more flies in here. This here's the Marshal's office? Yes, this here's the Marshal's office. You can't see Mr. Gillin, huh? I came to see Chester. You him? I'm Chester. What do you want? I'm to fetch you. Fetch me where? Doc says you're to come. Doc? Can't be so. It ain't been five minutes since he was right here. You're to come right away. Are you sure about that? Seems like Doc would have told me himself. Down to the corner. Josh Prentice broke his leg. Well, I can't do nothing about that. Doc wants you to help hold him down while if he sets it. If Mr. Dumb needs anything first, remember it always. You might listen to me. Oh, boy, we can't keep Doc waiting. Matt Dillon chased him, all right. That's why Joe's back to get Matt. He's down to Liberty's table, tending to the lame horse. He's telling him that right out plain, he's out to get the Marshal. So I think I'll ride right on through. Well, if I'm going to catch a bullet, I don't want it to be one that was meant for somebody else. It was a long sample. Was that man talking about Joe Lime? Did he say he's back in Dodge? He sure did, Miss Kitty. He says he's down to Liberty's table, and he's out to get the Marshal. Well, somebody ought to tell Matt. You want me to send somebody? No, Sam, thanks. I'll go myself. Matt, he's in Dodge to get you. Yeah. They can't be. Mother, he's after you. I'm just a few minutes ago. Over. He's at the Liberty's table. I'll fetch you some coffee. You need your eyes wide open and that. Oh, no, I'll bite. Just have it at gun. I'll get somebody to drive you out home. Well, now, Doc, I'm going to be able to use the leg all right again. Of course you are, Josh. Sure. Probably be better than ever after I've worked on it. Well, I guess you're right, Doc. All right. Now, a couple of your boys. Give Josh a hand over to his wagon. Oh, yeah. Thanks again, Doc. Is that all you need me for, Doc? Yes. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. You were great help. You know, I should be getting on back the office. Sure. Well, oh, I forgot. Yes, you were in the middle of a mighty important job, weren't you? Cleaning that gun. Oh, I finish that, Doc. You sure don't give me credit for having much sense, do you? Telling me to be sure and take that cartard design. Well, you better get the gun back to where Matt left it. He might catch cold if they got up and started wandering around without wearing it. You don't think I'd walk and leave Mr. Dillon's gun where he couldn't find it, do you? I don't know, Chester. I'd put it right where he can see it. All right, Chester, all right. Oh, what's the matter? I gotta get back there right away. What is it, Trooper? You think if the coffee's gonna boil over? No, Doc. I clean forgot to put them cartridges back and Mr. Dillon's gun. Help yourself get back in tune with when Kellogg's all irregularity the natural way. So fight constipation as millions do with Good Tasting Kellogg's All Brand. D-W-L-B-R-A-N Kellogg's All Brand. And for all you All Brand users who are also flower fanciers, here's good news. Kellogg's All Brand again is offering beautiful rose bushes including formerly patented gold metal winners in a choice of five colors. For each rose bush, just mail 50 cents with a box top from a package of Kellogg's All Brand to Queen of the Garden Roses, Box 974, Tyler, Texas. And pay the back of specially marked packages of Kellogg's All Brand today for full details. He's there all right and talking awful mean. Almost crazy about you killing his brother. I just don't believe I'd go in there, Marshall. I'll tell you. Thanks, Moss. You stay out of the way. Yes, sir. I believe I will. Mr. Dillon, you all right? Yeah, I'm all right. You keep him covered with that shotgun. Yes, sir. I got him covered real good. I come down here with a gun as soon as I remembered. Remember what? Then I forgot to put them bullets back in your gun when I cleaned it. You forgot to put the bullets back? Yes, sir. Your gun was empty, Lord of Mercy. You could have been killed, all thanks to me. Yeah, I could have been killed. I would have been too, Chester. You mean an empty gun saved your life? I just don't rightly understand, Mr. Dillon. I'll tell you about it sometime. Sometime when I'm loading my own gun.