35-xx-xx ep05Kit Carson

Frontier Fighters! Dramatically treading the wilderness paths of that deathless band of inspired pioneers who gave America an empire. One of the most noted of all frontiersmen was Christopher Carson,

Kit Carson, wise of counsel, strong of arm, brave of heart and gentle of nature. September 1826, Franklin, Missouri on the Western Frontier, beyond it laid a great plains of the savage Red Skin and the Shaggy Buffalo, a mysterious and uninhabited wilderness of prairie desert and forest, into which brave men journeyed in search of adventure and fortune.

Kid Carson, you dreamy scamp. Now you quit watching them wagon trains and get to work. Yes, sir, but Mr. Workman, I wasn't meant to be a harness maker. You're only 16 years old, kid, and you're my apprentice.

Now you'll need to stop dreaming about Santa Fe and be a hornet's maker, or I'll take this strap and let it get good. You don't have to do that, Mr. Workman. I'll work hard today because those wagon trains out there badly need what we're making.

But someday I'll join one of those caravans and go to Santa Fe too. Just before dawn, one autumn morning, Kit steals out of the little town of Franklin to the open prairie, where a caravan of covered wagons is waiting for the sunrise.

Here, lad, what are you up to? I'm looking for the wagon, Master, sir. Well, that's me. What do you want? I want to go to Santa Fe. Stay in the fay. Well, I'll add the engines that will eat you alive.

Boot pants and books can be insured. I can ride, sir. Shoot, too. I'm out of freight engines either. I could use a hand to keep the extra stock from frame. Go horses, mules and oxen.