For Marshall Matt Dillon, the trip from Hayes City to Dodge was long enough on horseback, but by stage coach it seemed endless. There were only two passengers, besides him, and after the first hour on the road they stopped talking. Just sat there in silence waiting for the ride to be over. He'd been up late the past couple of nights, so he braced himself into the corner of the coach and fell asleep. He vaguely remember the stage pulling to a stop and somebody shouting. But he came fully awake when the door was jerked open and a man behind a bandanna stuck a shotgun in his face...