- [first lines]
- Narrator: In the late 1800's, San Francisco was a city of violent contrasts: the Barbary Coast swarmed with the riffraff of the gold camps; while up on exclusive Nob Hill, dueling pistols sometimes replaced six-guns. But they killed you just as dead. Into this city of elegance and evil stepped Bat Masterson, the man who became a legend in his own time.
- Bat Masterson: Despite your very careful training, uh, I happen to feel very much at home a disreputable gambling place.
- [last lines]
- Bat Masterson: [to Abby Chancellor] He ran from a fair fight all the way from Antietam to Texas to Nob Hill. Of course, when you come to the Pacific, you can't go much further.