49-xx-xx ep01 Return to Dos Rios

Bruntier Town, the saga of the roaring west. Bruntier Town. El Paso Cheyenne, Powder River, Tombstone. Bruntier Town. Here is the adventurous story of the early west. The tamed and untamed from Cheyenne to Calgary, from Dad's City to Poker Flat.

These are the towns they fought to live in and lived to fight for, fight for, caming crucibles of freedom. Frontier town! Frontier town, huh? Yes, yes, that's what most folks would call d'Osrios.

A frontier town, loud and lusty, tough and tumbling like a score of other frontier towns. El Paso, Cheyenne, Tombstone. The only difference probably is the name of the town, d'Osrios, that's Spanish for two rivers.

My name is Remington, Chad Remington, born in Dos Rios 20 yard years ago. I reared there until I went upstate to school to study law. I wouldn't have come back, I guess, if I hadn't gotten word that my father was found murdered.

Murdered in cold blood. So I threw a few things into a carpet bag, took the first stage coach out of Denver, then and stretched my long legs by walking the familiar rutted street past the stores with false fronts.

Half dozen saloons. Over to the white, Dolby house that belongs to Judge Fillmore and his daughter Libby. I thought father should have written you a letter, Chad. Still think it would have been easier on you, since there was nothing you could do about it anymore.

You always wanted to let me down easy, Libby. The judge was right telegraphing me. I was sure that's the way you'd feel about it, my boy. But...exactly what happened? They found your father, faced down in the corral, with an arrow between his shoulder blades.