 It was late afternoon before we reached good hunting grounds and almost dark when we spotted the first hunter's camp. On over to the fire, stranger. Oh, thank you. Stuff will be ready soon. Hey, Kurt, throw some more tongue in that stew pot. Oh, please. You don't like buffalo tongue, you'll go muddy hungry in this camp. Thanks, mister. Hey, you're a lawman. Matt Dillon, a U.S. Marshal. My name's Tom Merson. And this is Chester Broadfoot. Come here. Howdy.