49-xx-xx ep05 The Poisoned Waterhole

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 pakos 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. On Tier Town! Ever hear of a cow town called Dos Rios? Well, don't feel bad if you haven't.

It's just one of those frontier towns, Roy String and Noisy, perched in one of the luscious and richest valleys below the continental divide. Me, I'm Chad Remington, the town's only lawyer. But, like everyone else, I've got my own ranch with the typical well-fed, slab-sided herd of cattle for which our valley is so famous.

Just because he's cattle are valuable, well it gives some men ideas. That makes plenty of business and trouble for a saddle stop lawyer. It wasn't too long ago that I was riding into a Dos Rios from my spread.

Cherokee O'Bannon, he runs a town livery stable. Now that we've talked him out of peddling his genuine Indian rattlesnake oil, Cherokee was riding with me as we cut across some open lanes trying to get to Dos Rios before sundown.

Hey, hey, look at those herfas, wouldn't it, Cherokee? Someday with a few more head, I might even be able to burn up my law books and retire. And? And I use the term at the tinge of conscience?

You must have bats in your fell frame. Look at it a bunch of cows like that. Or shame! What have I done now to offend your autistic integrity? Well, as he done now, he says, I, boy, you've been casting sultry longing looks at a bunch of blank-faced cows.