49-xx-xx ep07 The Seminole Strip

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 pakest 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. Howdy. I'm Chad Remington, a cow town lawyer, I guess you'd call me, although a lot of the folks in Dos Rios, where I come from, look at me with respect and address me as counselor.

Of course, Dos Rios is just a sprawling, boisterous frontier town buried away just down below the continental divide, but things do happen in our neck of the woods, which not alone make exciting telling, but make exciting living.

living. For instance, not too long ago, something happened in a hotel room of a metropolitan city which affected me. It affected me. It darned it killed me. It seems that the hotel room was being occupied by the right honorable Quaid Dunstan, perhaps the most influential of all our state senators. With a bottle and some glasses handy, the senator was entertaining

a so-called constituent, a rancher by the name of King Carson, who runs some six thousand headache cattle, not too far from those rears. In an isolated and lawless area we call the Seminole Strip. Like a lot of political constituents, King Carson had an axe to grind.

Senator, I certainly don't mean to threaten you, but if a Seminole Strip is taken into the state as a duly constituted county, you're going to have to look elsewhere for campaign funds next year. Here, let me let that cigar for you, King. There you are. Now, let's look at these things sensibly. That's what I thought I was doing. Don't you see the way it stands