49-xx-xx ep04 Marie

Front tier town, the saga of the roaring west. Front tier town. El Paso Cheyenne, Powder River, tombstone. Front tier town. That was the adventurous story of the early west, the tamed and the untamed.

From the pakos to Powder River, Don City to poker flat. These are the towns they fought to live in and lived to fight for. Taming crucibles of pioneer freedom. Front tier. You folks ever hear of a town called Dostrios?

Like it's not your heaven, but being that I'm a town's lawyer, I'd like to tell you about Dostrios. A sprawling, lusty, and raw bone frontier town. All kinds of folks here, although some of them aren't all bad, they're some of them who aren't all good.

Take my last case. Cherokee-O-Bannon next medicine man and now owner of the town library stable was with me just jogging along the west bank of El Toro Creek, flapping his jaws like he most always does.

Listen to me my junior blackstone, in court you're dull and unrelenting. But outside of a courtroom, with your back humped for trouble and your fist flying, then my boy, there isn't a woman of the opposite sex who doesn't sigh her heart out to be crushed in those two mainly are.

Don't let me hear you saying anything that even sounds like that where Libby Philmark can hear you. Oh, of course not Chad. I'm a post-mouthed of spanks. Famous statue, you know. Good enough. But if Libby has agreed to become Mrs. Remington, would you kindly explain just why you're riding along with your roving eye,

riveted on that bit of feminine fluff and poke returned, driving that one or a shade on the other side of the creek? So you noticed her too, huh? And at your age. You know, you're really a good advertisement for your Cherokee Indian rattlesnake oil.