49-xx-xx ep06 Emily Bracket

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, Dard City to Poker Flat.

These are the towns they fought to live in and live to fight for. Teaming crucibles of pioneer freedom. Frontier Town. It's rolling boisterously across a raw hide-tough frontier. It's a little town with those wheels.

Not much of a town, to be sure. A few stores and church. Start of what some day will be a school. Nine saloons and one so-called lawyer. The lawyer's name is Chad Remington. Now that's me.

Of course, there's not enough law business in the whole county to keep me busy, but I do own a ranch left to me by my dad when he died. Naturally, there wouldn't be a lawyer in Los Rios if we didn't have a court.

And with the court, it goes without saying we have a judge. Judge Fillmore, whose daughter Libby happens to be a most special favorite of mine. Well, with the lack of law business one day, not so long ago, the judge and I decided to see what we could do about getting ourselves some wild turkeys.

Oh, he saddled up a couple of my horses, took two of my best rifles and started scouting. Nice shooting, Chad. You got yourself two goblers. He'd call that nice shooting judge, shot four times and only got two birds.

And that's what it really gets for spending too much time practicing law and not enough time practicing with a Winchester. Two out of four. Well, if you can keep as good an average hitting the bullseye for your clients, they should have no complaints.