49-xx-xx ep27 Maverick Town

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, teeming crucibles of pioneer freedom. From Tier Town! If you've ever heard of me, and believe me, there's no reason why you should have.

Maybe you know that I'm Chad Remington, often referred to as a saddle stop lawyer. Well, I guess goes Rias, my hometown is a saddle stop, because there's certainly no railroad within 50 miles of it.

Just a few stage coaches that pass through and most of the time a constant stream of cowponies. As for being a lawyer, I guess I must plead guilty, Your Honor, because I make part of the living I do make from the practice of law.

However, a small cattle ranch is one of my assets, and a few weeks ago, cited by Cherokee old Bannon, the Reformed medicine man who now owns our livery stable, I rode over to another town to buy some breeding stock.

And what I'm going to tell you about now hit us like a cannon shot on the way back. You were about, oh, forty or fifty miles from Dos Rías, jogging along at a lively sustained clip, and the old Bannan was matching the rattle of the pony's hooves with the prattle pouring from his lips.

Had despite the fact that I own a livery stable, I must admit they still have no true and lasting affection for horse flags. Oh, therefore, consular, I would esteem with a great favor if you would be good enough to stop for a bit of rest and relaxation overnight at some time between here and Dos Rías.