49-xx-xx ep43 Stampede

Frontier Town, the saga of the roaring west. Frontier Town. El Paso, Cheyenne, Calgary, tombstone. Frontier Town. Here is the adventurous story of the early west. The tamed and the untamed.

From the Pecos to Powder River, Dodge City to Poker Flat. These are the towns they fought to live in and lived to fight for. Teaming crucibles of pioneer freedom. Frontier Town. This is Chad Remington. Of course, if you don't know who Chad Remington is, let's just say that I'm supposed to be a lawyer, and that my headquarters are in the bustling and noisy frontier town called Osreus.

Naturally, there's not too much law business in a cow town on the frontier, but I managed to get by what with the troubles most folks seemed to stir up or run into. Of course, like most everyone else, I do own a ranch which was left me by my father when he died a few years ago.

And it's this combination, part-time attorney and part-time rancher which plummeted me into the adventure I'd like to tell you about now. So settle back, close your eyes, and see if you can conjure up this mental picture.

A few days back, I was riding for my ranch into Dos Rías, accompanied by the ex-medicine man Cherokee or Benner. Caster, I say Chad. What is it Cherokee? What brilliant idea have you thought up now?

Oh, none Chad, none at all. However, I was about to make an observation. I thought it would be something like that. Every time I see the cooking sherry in my kitchen go down four or five inches, a few minutes later you come up with a brilliant observation.