This started out with a gorgeous old steam engine that came rolling in to a station. I love those old steamers and ride one whenever I get the chance. That told me it was probably going to be one of the better episodes. It turns out our well respected Marshall is escorting a suspect to trial in Dodge, as the title implies. He is accused of murder and there were eye witnesses.
Now enter a sincere woman who has dedicated her life to guaranteeing humane treatment of prisoners and it gets very complicate for our hero when he receives a telegram warning him there are friends of the accused planning to effect an escape.
For a few minutes it looks very bad for Matt and doc when the woman interferes at the worst possible moment, but all ends well. And the help Matt needs comes from the one who was least likely to offer it. I won't ruin it by telling you who it was cuz I'm hoping you'll watch it for yourself.
And one thing about the bread that was mentioned by others. When I was a kid my mother made bread at home, several times a week. It became my job to slice it up when she saw that I was good at it. I learned to make a nice neat slice because I didn't like lumpy bread. I used a special bread knife that grandma gave us, it had saw like teeth on it and I could slice bread so it looked like it came from the store. So, just maybe the bread was not out of place.
Now enter a sincere woman who has dedicated her life to guaranteeing humane treatment of prisoners and it gets very complicate for our hero when he receives a telegram warning him there are friends of the accused planning to effect an escape.
For a few minutes it looks very bad for Matt and doc when the woman interferes at the worst possible moment, but all ends well. And the help Matt needs comes from the one who was least likely to offer it. I won't ruin it by telling you who it was cuz I'm hoping you'll watch it for yourself.
And one thing about the bread that was mentioned by others. When I was a kid my mother made bread at home, several times a week. It became my job to slice it up when she saw that I was good at it. I learned to make a nice neat slice because I didn't like lumpy bread. I used a special bread knife that grandma gave us, it had saw like teeth on it and I could slice bread so it looked like it came from the store. So, just maybe the bread was not out of place.