49-xx-xx ep38 The Trail Drive

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. Audi, if you're ever out on the frontier and happen to need a frontier town lawyer, well, my name's Chad Remington and the frontier town Dos Rías.

Not that I haven't got a few clients, I have, but after my last experience what I'm looking for right now is a little more restful case. To tell the truth, and even a frontier town lawyer is expected to do that, it all started when I was out looking for a little rest in relaxation.

With the buffalo and elk on the move, I gathered up Cherokee O'Bannon, who owns the Dosirius Livery Stable now that he has forsaken the Patton Medicine Game. And together we set out for the Tierra-Piadra country, buffalo guns thonged to our pummels, and rifles slapping easily in our saddle boots.

We were looping along high up in the tangled crags and everything was serene. Or serene was the way it looked. Councillor, I say, Chad, what are you looking so happy about? Mrs. Yaraqui up here with no troubles to bother me, I feel happy.

What are you looking so glum about? I'm not to put too fine a point on the matter, my boy. Just because up here in this Satan-for-Saken Baron wilderness, we're two days' ride from the nearest establishment, which pervades Nectar.