Border Town aka Tongues Of Fire

Ranger Bill, warrior of the wood lamp, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, showing rare courage in the face of disaster, in the air, on horseback, or in a screaming squad car. Ranger Bill, his mind alert, a ready smile, unswerving, loyal to his mission.

And all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. Have you ever heard the expression, there's a man's man? Sure, you have. For the remark, there's a man among men.

You've heard that one too. Every time I hear them, I automatically think of one man. You probably guessed who I'm talking about by now. Sure it's Frenchie Desau, 325 pounds of steel bands for muscles.

He stands six feet seven and he's stocking feet. Hard as granite, tough as a spring steel, strong as a bull buffalo. Oh yes, there's one thing I forgot. Frenchy's got a heart as big as the whole outdoors and it's full of the love of Jesus.

One morning I was sitting in my office when suddenly the door opened and I heard the sound of lumberjack boots. A boss Ranger beer. How are you my very fine friend, Renshey? What are you doing in this neck of the woods?

Or should I say out of this neck of the woods? Oh, French, you think he'd find out if you're dead or alive? Why you may have seen Frenchy for so long. You mad on him, no?

You're right. I'm mad on him, no. Draw up a chair and park. Oops. Not that one, old friend, the other. What do you think, Frenchie get fat, so Cher will not hold in her? I'll never see the day that you get fat.