Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers
and the spoilers and that's where the US Marshal and the smell of gun smoke.
Gun smoke, the story of the violence that moved west with young America, the story of a man
who moved with it, Matt Dillon, United States Marshal.
Need any more cartridges Mr. Dillon?
No.
I got the greener loaded.
Unload it.
I don't want a shotgun.
Yes sir.
Do you want me to come with you?
You want to come?
No sir.
I guess not.
But I will.
Better stay here then Chester.
This make me a coward Mr. Dillon?
How do you feel?
Like a coward.
Lasseter scares me sir.
But you were willing to come anyway.
Figure it out for yourself.
Good luck Mr. Dillon.
Yeah.
If I'm not back don't forget those reports have to be mailed tomorrow.
I won't forget.
Mr. Dillon?
Yeah.
You ever get scared?
Sure.
Better keep yourself busy.
Marshal.
Man did I walk long?
Not at all Doc.
Yeah, kind of anxious to get a look at this new corpse of mine.
Lasseter's sure done us a favor picking Dodge to die in.
This will put us in the history books for sure.
You're a little premature aren't you Doc?
Not a bit.
Oh maybe a little foresighted.
You know they say Lasseter's packing eighteen slugs in him.
Eighteen slugs.
My goodness.
He sure has been a lot of gunfights.
Yeah.
So they say.
Hmm, guess he's got the biggest gun rep in this whole section.
Outside of maybe Ben Thompson or Wes Harden.
And you of course.
He's waiting at the alaphriganza Doc.
You better not walk in with me.
Oh don't you worry.
I'm not sticking my snoot into no shooting.
No siree.
Hey Marshal.
Yeah, what is it?
You are going to win aren't you?
I sure hate to work on the bodies of my friends.
Makes it too damn personal.
I'll do what I can Doc.
You watch him close Marshal.
Don't let him pull a hide out.
Hello Lasseter.
Hi Matt.
Been a long time.
Yeah.
Drink with me?
Why not?
Harry, two whiskies.
Harry get up from behind the bar.
Sure Mr. Lasseter, sure.
Oh don't spill it.
Leave it on the bar Harry, we'll pour our own.
Yes Marshal.
Yes sir.
Here sir.
How's your shoulder Lasseter?
A little bad weather.
Still carrying your lead Matt.
There you are.
You should have killed me Matt.
I'm not a B. It was a long time ago.
Matt I want you to know I bear no grudge.
But it has to be.
I know.
We're gunfighters, you and me, both the same.
Yet not the same.
What's in our blood.
That's why Matt, that's why I have to brace you.
I got to know for sure.
There's no grudge Lasseter.
Hey, your health.
And yours.
Straight up?
Straight up.
You call it.
Now.
Oh it was beautiful Matt, simply beautiful.
Was it?
Why yes and it was close to, for a moment I wasn't sure who.
Oh Marshall, your neck, your hips.
Just a scratch it'll be alright.
But here.
Let it go.
Go and get Lasseter, he's all yours.
Hmm?
Well of course.
And you'll be happy to know he's got twenty slugs in him now.
I couldn't tell anyone but the bitterness I said my stomach made me sick as I remembered
Lasseter as a friend, now dead by my gun.
Then I got over it, I always got over it.
The frontier code was a harsh one, I knew my job was one that had to be done if the
rest was to ever see peace.
As long as killers like Lasseter lived, I'd carry a gun.
And use it.
It was the way it had to be.
Sometimes a man's dying was the end of it, and sometimes the beginning of something worse.
Marshall Matt Dillon?
Yeah?
What can I do for you miss?
Die.
Miss, I don't know.
It's Mrs. Lasseter.
Oh.
You see?
You've done quite a bit for me already Mr. Dillon.
You've made me a widow.
Sit down Mrs. Lasseter.
Here let me get you some water.
I uh, I didn't know Lasseter was married.
Would it have mattered?
No, I guess not.
Just like all the rest of them.
A killer, lusting for blood like a wild animal.
Mrs. Lasseter.
Only your words.
You hide it behind a badge.
My husband was in town less than two hours, but you couldn't wait could you?
You saw your chance to get a little bigger reputation.
Matt Dillon, famous gunfighter.
Matt Dillon, murderer.
It was your husband that sent the challenge Mrs. Lasseter.
I'm sorry for what happened.
And if I can help you in any way.
No thank you Mr. Dillon.
I only came to tell you that you haven't heard the end of the Lasseter name.
I'm going to see that you're stripped of that big reputation.
And you're going to die.
Mrs. Lasseter is there anything I could say that you would listen to?
Nothing.
Then good day madam.
Till we meet again.
Marshal.