49-xx-xx ep22 Forest Fire

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, Dad siddied a poker flat. These are the towns they fought to live in and lived to fight for. Teaming crucibles of pioneer freedom. Frontier Town. Howdy there. This is yours truly, Chad Remington.

Frontier lawyer from the little frontier town called Dothrails. Well, I guess I've probably said this before, but... Well, maybe it won't hurt if I say it again. The row-bone frontier has attracted all kinds and classes of people.

Rough and tough, humble and God-filling. Somehow or other it seems that the best in folks and the worst in folks is brought out in the day-to-day battle for just raw existence out in our country.

And this brings our frontier doctors, a few undertakers, and the frontier lawyer, the stuff out of which a lifetime's made. I guess you've all heard that old expression, it takes fire to fight fire, but something happened to me recently which makes me want to rewrite that old adage.

You see, it wasn't too long ago that my partner, the next medicine man, Cherokee old Bannon, was with me riding up through the blue spruce and jackpines, taking a shortcut from the county seat back to our little hometown, those reels.

Counselor, you're part of my saying so. You've got an expression on your face? It makes you look like a squirrel. Maybe I am a squirrel. Oh? Well, I'm fond of nuts. Else I wouldn't be riding around with you.

Sir, that is a vicious and underhanded canard. There's nothing nutty about me. I don't know. You've always been interested in a shell game, haven't you? And as I recall you said, your grandfather was a colonel.