Nineteen marshals and one court, to cover near 70,000 square miles. A happy hunting ground filled with bushwhackers, horse thieves, whiskey peddlers, counterfeiters, hide peelers, marauders that’ll kill you for a hatband.
Now, that’s why there’s a badge in my desk, Cooper. Itching to sit on somebody’s chest,and no takers.
Cooper: Your marshals do cover a lot of territory.
Judge Fenton: You’ll ride circuit over an area half again the size of Rhode Island. If and when it’s Marshal Cooper.
(See here for a large collection of pre-1900 maps of Oklahoma and the Indian Territory, amongst which, regrettably, I have not found the map in this film.)