49-xx-xx ep34 Open Range

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 Poca Flat.

These are the towns they fought to live in and lived to fight for. Teaming crucibles of pioneer freedom. Frontier Town. Here I'm Chad Remington, frontier lawyer. Now don't go getting any ideas that being a frontier lawyer is anything like being a lawyer anyplace else because it isn't.

No sir. Out on the bawling, brawling frontier, law business isn't much more than trouble business. Business which explodes with the suddenness of a single action cold, and as often as not, ends in sudden death. Only recently I was writing back to Dos Rías, the little town where I live and practice law, cited by the Reformed medicine man who has become my sidekick

and now operates the Dos Rias livery stable, Cherokee, Alabama. The day was quiet, the sky limitless and blew overhead, and everything seemed at peace in the world. Counselor? I say Counselor, had you gone deaf or are you daydreaming again?

What was that again, Cherokee? Did you say something? Did I say something? Of course I said something otherwise why would you have answered me? That's a good question. Alright, Cherokee, why would I? Now if you don't mind, just what was it that you said?

I didn't say anything. Well if you didn't say anything, why did I answer you? Oh that isn't what I mean. I said something but it wasn't anything. What have you been doing, Cherokee? Studying nights to be a lawyer?