 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 Pekos 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. Frontier Town. Yes, that's what you'd call Dos Rios. The only reason I mention Dos Rios is that I live there. Or to be more accurate, it seems to be the base of my operations. Because you see, fortunately or unfortunately, I'm a lawyer. And out in the frontier country, although lawyers aren't too well regarded, they sure are necessary. If you're ever in Dos Rios and want to look me up, the office is over Cherokee O'Bannon's livery stable. And the shingle says, my name is Chad Remington. Well, as you can imagine, the frontier has attracted all kinds of people, and that brings me all kinds of clients. One of the rarest birds I've yet to run across I met just a few weeks ago. Rare? Believe me, he's even more of a character than that ex-medicine man, Cherokee O'Bannon. Bright and early one morning when I picked up my mail, I found a letter postmarked from a town about 200 miles away, sort of a new town they'd called Roaring River. I'd heard about Roaring River because it was becoming famous as the bellowick of a self-appointed justice of the peace of former mule skinner. And folks say he skinned a lot of other things besides mules. I saw the old character whose name is Pegleg Cooper. The letter wasn't from Pegleg, but from a rancher down there who signed himself Jim Charlton and urged me to come down and offered me a sizable fee if I could help him. Charlton didn't say exactly what the nature of his trouble was, but the fee was tempting to a man who has a few thoughts of getting married. Besides, I had a hankering to at least have a look-see at Judge Pegleg Cooper. Well, while Cherokee and I were riding over to Roaring River, Jim Charlton's trouble suddenly came to a head. One of the older and larger cattlemen, Tulsa Blaggett, paid an unwelcome call on Charlton and his daughter Betsy. Charlton, I'm giving you a better-than-even break back. I'm in here and talking to you, and if you know what's good for you, you'll quit talking back. Tulsa, I didn't ask you here. I don't want you here. And most of all, anything you have to tell me goes in one ear and out the other. Yeah? Well, I'm not surprised. Apparently, there's nothing between them here to stop it. Daddy, don't let him talk to you like that. Kid, if I were you, I'd remember the old saying, brats should be seen and not heard. Doggone it, Tulsa. I've heard enough out of you. Now go on. Clear out of my house. In other words, Charlton, you want to end up like the other nesters did around here. I'll take my chances. You and your kind never scared me none. And for one, I'm not selling this homestead to you for ten cents on the dollar. You know something, Charlton. I got a feeling in my bones that you're going to have a fire here. And after that, your place won't be worth two cents on the dollar. Mike, you dirty crook. Don't you try to threaten us. You little loudmouth. Who do you think you are calling me a crook? Shut up. Shut up, my daughter, will you? You gave him his comeuppance, all right? I'm not fooling, Blaggett. If you're not out of here in 30 seconds, I'm going to pick you up and throw you out. Throw you out through the window. All right. All right, Charlton. But I'm coming back. And when I do come back, which won't be long, I'm coming back to move in. Tulsa Blaggett did come back. He came back about four hours later. Came back with six of his hired gunslingers, set fire to the cow barn, and then surrounding the house, laid siege to it. As Cherokee and I were approaching the homestead, we suddenly became aware that something was wrong. Dad, my boy, have you, uh... Have you made any plans to what you'll do with that fee Mr. Charles was supposed to pay you? Mr. O'Bannon, sir, any plans that I might have have to do with solids, not liquids? Too bad. Although I once knew of a man carrying a hip-flash through the Rockies, when it froze making the liquid a solid, he assured me it had its advantages. Didn't need to say so. Well, you need a chaser, Cherokee. You need someone to chase around after you and see that you behave like a... Billy Blue Blazer's chair. Sounds like shooting. Yeah, and if we're going in the right direction, the shooting's coming from the Charlton Place. Unhook that 45, Cherokee. You may be needing it. Come on, you sound little shuffle-gussy. Get up there! Cherokee, look, there's a whole gang down there puffing lead into the Charlton House. The foul skunks? Let's see if they can take it as well as throw it. Nice shooting, old Bannon. Tucker's starting to run. Now let's get down there and really pour it on. Mr. Remington. Thank you again and again for running them off. Ain't nothing up at Miss Betsy. Our pleasure. Our pleasure. I'm no coward, Mr. Remington. Oh, look, let's just make that plain Chad. Shall we, Jim? You bet, Chad. As I was saying, I'm not afraid of Tulsa Blaget or anybody else. But if there's a peaceable legal way of settling a thing like this, that's what I want to do. That's why I wrote to you. Well, the legal way of doing it is to prove that Blaget is trying to drive you out of here by force. Which, of course, I can't do because all the men who attacked the house were wearing handships over their faces. Besides, even though Daddy won't admit it, everybody in the whole Roring River country knows that Tulsa Blaget and the judge are playing it hand in hand. You mean Judge Pegleg Cooper? Oh, don't listen under Betsy, Chad. She's just repeating gossip. I am not. I can self-defy his own nest. Very interesting. Very interesting. Well, I will admit Judge Cooper drags everyone he can get into that court of his and finds them every penny they got. But he's as tough as nails and trying to do an honest job, according to his own likes. According to his own likes. Cattlemen elected him and he's backing them up. Well, that's something that remains to be proved, Betsy. Before I make up my own mind, I'd like to meet Pegleg Cooper and size him up. Well, it's nothing hard to that. He owns a saloon and holds his court right there in the saloon. Very, very interesting. Very, very interesting. Come, Chad, let us remount our horses and meander down to Pegleg Cooper's saloon. Uh, court. We're gonna either shut up or clear out of court room. Yes, yes. Well then, Indian, did you or didn't you take the saddle off and build empty doors? Me, no. Take them. Just borrow them. Ooh. So we just borrowed the saddle. All right, Indian. Then we'll drop the charges of larceny again, yeah? You good judge. We'll just drop the charge of larceny and we'll charge your rent for the use of the saddle. How much money? Wampum you got on ya. Oh, got him $21. $21, huh? All right. Court finds the guilty of not paying rent for the saddle and finds the $21. Now pay up and clear out of here. Hey, honey, honey, get the Indians money. Then open the bar again. Court's adjourned. Ever in all my days have I seen justice of that kind, this town? Well, peculiarly, but mighty effective. Yeah, effective for the judge's pocketbook. I tell you that he never gives... What's up, Jim? What are you staring at? Hey, see that barrel-chested buzzer who just walked in? Yeah. That's Tulsa Blaggett. Jim, you get over in the corner with a crowd like it can't see ya. Came down here to watch the judge at work but this is gonna give me the opportunity of observing the other member of the team at one and the same time. Watch it, Sam. Here he comes. Hiya, boys. Hiya, judge. What brings you down to the blind, judge's cafe so early in the day? I just closed a little deal, judge. A little cattle deal and I feel like celebrating. Come on, boys. Everybody up to the bar. The drinks are on me. Honey! Better bust a bung into a brand-new barrel of everything. Right, judge. Come on, boys. Step up and sing out your orders. Hey, you there. You with a fancy shirt. Didn't you hear me? I said I'm buying the drinks. Everybody up to the bar. Thanks just the same, mister, but I'll take a rain check on that. I said you're drinking with me. I said I'm not. All right, then. I'll drag you to the bar. That's it, Sam. Hanging on to you. You're breaking up my cafe. Sorry, judge, but I'd rather break up your cafe than have him break my jaw. See? No. If he comes too, I'm sorry to say he won't buy drinks for a long while. Come here, you... Honey. Hey, judge. Close up the bar. We're holding court. Hi, judge. Judge Cooper presided. And now, young man, we're going to get on with your trial. All right, judge, but I'd like to know what the charges are against me. Oh, they ain't very much. Salt and battery, mayhem, and slighten the riot, and destruction and demolition of personal property. You plead guilty or not guilty? That depends. What'll it cost if I plead guilty? Well, maybe $40. What'll the fine be if I plead not guilty? Not guilty. It'll cost you $100. How do you plead? Guilty as charged, Your Honor. Here's your $40. Thanks, Ron. And just a minute. You must have about $70 left. Or $68, to be exact. Now, that is strange, because I'm just about to find you $68 in addition to that $40. Well, no, wait a minute. What's that fine for? Well, I'll tell you. Mr. Blaggett came in and invited everybody to have a drink on him. I reckon he'd have spent about $68 in my cafe. But now that you laid him out cold, I'm deprived of that business, and so you are in restraining the trade. That's all. Funny. Put this money in the drawer and escort the defendant outside. Good for nothing, sneaking, so pit it, snaking the grass. Let it go, Cherokee. Judge may have my money now, but he isn't going to keep it long. Leave me, he isn't. Funny. Almost we took in today. A million a second, Judge. Let's see. $419. Good day. Good day. Put out that lamp and let you get in on bed. Right, Judge. I got a candle here tonight. Don't move, gentlemen. Stand right where you are. What are you doing? I know you can't see, but I've got you both nicely covered. I've been outside in the dark for a while. My eyes have gotten used to it. Why, you pussy fricking old cat, who are you? Judge, I'm the man who came in to relieve you of that $419. Eh? Well, I've heard your voice somewhere before and it won't take me long to recollect your name. You can save yourself all that mental energy, Judge, but my name is, well, it's the Texas Kid. And now, Pony, I'll just take that little sack and give you two high binders good night. So long, Jan. Unpleasant dreams. We'll return to the exciting second act of Sixth Gun Justice, our frontier town adventure in just a few moments. And now, Frontier Town. Well, sir, even from the little I've told you about Peg Lake Cooper, I'll bet you can imagine exactly how he felt with me in that ridiculous disguise and depriving him of his, well, shall I say, hard-earned money. I was hardly sent up next morning when the judge started rounding up every last soul in the county and by 10 o'clock, his so-called courtroom was jammed to the rafters and rockin' it. Keep quiet! Shut up! Shut up! When you're left quiet! Now, now we'll get on with the question, some foul crook calling himself the Texas kid stole $419 from me by the Great Warrant Spoon where I'm finding out who it is if we have to stay here to judgment day. Your Honor, may I ask one question? Huh? What do you got to do with this? Judge, I don't know anything about the Texas kid and, as you proved so conclusively yesterday, I probably know very little about the law. Well, just this. You've accused everybody of stealing your money, but so far you haven't proved that you lost it. Are you looking or do you think I am? Certainly, I don't think you are, but as a fair-minded judge, I know that you demand proof, so why shouldn't we? Now, have you double checked? Have you looked in the cash drawer? Why, you puddle-headed door grown on the... Pull out the cash drawer and show this concerned imbecile what's in it. Right, old master. Well, hurry up. Check. Check. The drawing empty. Look, there's money in it. You plan on not going to shut up? Where am I going to have to find a lot of it? Ah, 250, 3, 20, 40, 50, 351. Well, what do you know? I would have swear he took the whole thing. Of course he took the whole thing. Must have snuck in during the night and put part of it back. $68, Mr. You wouldn't know nothing about that, would you, son? $68 is what you find me for being in restraint of trade yesterday. Mm-hmm. And naturally, you don't know nothing about the Texas kids. The first time I ever heard of them was right in here, Judge. Why don't you appoint me as Special Deputy to your court? Deputy? Puttin' corn chowder first. Well, I think if you gave me a few days ridin' around the country, I might be able to find the Texas kid for you. Or if not that, I might be some helpin' roundin' up the rascals who've been causing a real trouble around here. Mm-hmm. You know, Mr. I just got a sneakin' notion that if anybody could locate that there, Texas kid, near the Renehen could do it. Yes, sir. I hereby appoint you Special Deputy to this here now court. Now go on, go on, clear outta here and get busy. Sorry, Your Honor. Just a minute, young fella. Inside of 48 hours, if you don't get results, I'm hain' you in the court and finin' you $500 for wastein' time bein' a smart aleck and makin' a dog gear dunkin' out of a respectable judge. Go on, go on, beat it. I'm laughin' now, but believe you me, when it happened, I was laughin' on the other side of my face. All my life, I'd heard of smart lawyers, but if there'd been a mirror handy and I'd looked into it, I'd have been face-to-face with a lawyer who was too smart. Well, knowing that the judgment business this time and being faced with a fine and probably a jail sentence, I took the bull by the horns and started out to make good on my promise. Not knowing the whereabouts of Tulsa Blaggett's ranch, I gathered up Jim and Betsy Charlton and had them ride with Cherokee and me to show us the way. This questioning, this time, I tried my best to keep my big mouth shut. Chad, you've got something up your sleeve. Now, I can see it all over your face. Won't you please tell us what this is all about? Yes, Mr. Reagan, I have to tell those ranches if our life depended on it. Patience, my friends, patience. As the special deputy of his honor's court, I'm gonna be mighty sure of my evidence before I make any allegations. But since we're practically at the door to Blaggett's ranch, rain up. I have a feeling you'll soon find out. Wow, girl! All right, come on. I think I'm about to make an arrest. Well, four of us walked fither and yawn around the Blaggett ranch looking, just looking for something, anything. As the time was getting shorter and my chances even slimmer, suddenly Cherokee found something. Sweet strawberry blond, Chad. Look at this. What? That's nothing but a little piece of stear hide. It sure is a piece of stear hide, Betsy, but don't you see what it is? It's a piece of stear hide with our brand on it. And how our brand got over here on Blaggett's ranch will take a bit of explaining. Yeah, we're lucky, that's all, but it certainly explains itself. Even though the men were masked who raided your place the other day, this piece of stear hide will be marked exhibit A in my case against Tulsa Blaggett for cattle wrestling. Come on, we're going inside. Well, Tulsa, you coming with me? Remington, you're crazier than a loon, that's what you are. Why should I go down to that old Coots court? Well, a good reason might be because I'm telling you to. As a deputy of the court, I've got a bench warrant for you. Look, you're starting to annoy me now more than you did yesterday. You had a brain in your stupid head. You wouldn't stand there just begging Chad to annoy you the same way again. Yeah. Well, did you ever hear of a thing called false arrest? Yeah, I think I have. No, you just heard Charlton say he couldn't identify me as the man who raided his ranch. And that's the truth, I can't. Well, then, what do you think you're going to gain dragging me down to court? Because the judge can't find me guilty without no evidence. And if he doesn't, I'm going to have you locked up for false arrest. Blaggett, I'm just quaking in my boots. Now, come on. You can say it all you want, I'm not leaving here. I don't think you are. Yeah, well, I don't think I am. Chad, he's got a hold of his gun. I saw him, Cherokee. He's welcome to clear his holster. And that's just what I'm going to do. Suffer and starlight. That kind of shooting I never seen before, Chad. Cherokee, pick up a gentleman's gun for him and bring it down to court. We'll label that exhibit B on another charge of resisting an officer. Well, judge, where's that big talk and deputy you appointed yourself? Oh, I reckon he'll be coming in pointy. How come you reckon that? If he don't find you the Texas kid, think he's going to come back and face the $500 you threatened him with? Yes, sir, you wouldn't. You do? And I reckon I wouldn't keep the $500 long if I got it. Remember the other night when... Well, here he comes now when he's got to toast the blaggett and toast. Your Honor, can you convene your court in a few minutes? Yes, I'm warning you. Get up, blaggett! Arnie, close the bar and tell him to keep quiet. This court is here now, sir. What are the charges, deputy? Well, over in my part of the country we might call it something else. You mean down in Texas? I've never been in Texas, Judge, honest engine. But to get on with the charges, I think you'd probably call them a sneak conversion of stolen property and attempted homicide. What does that mean in English? Cattle rustling, Your Honor, 23 head. Well, I'll hold a cooked up, ridiculous lion! Shut up! And here are the brands off two of Jim Charlton's steers which Mr. O'Bannon here found in blaggett's corral. That's ended in his exhibit A on the rustling charge. You mean you got another charge against him? Yes, sir, resisting an officer. And as exhibit B, here's the gun he pulled on me. This is nothing but a free-move. And you ain't gonna get... Look out, look out, Tulsa's grabbed his gun on the table here. And I'm gonna use it for the... Knock him over this way, sir, and I'll bust him with the gavel. No, thanks, Judge. But watch those glasses, because here he comes! No! It was us, Chad. You busted up the judge's saloon again. Yeah, it looks like Cherokee's right, Judge. How much is the fine gonna be this time? Well, I ain't gonna let you off lightly for a second, offense. No, sir. For a salt and buttery, quid pro quo. That's Latin. And for catching a double-dyed, ding-busted, dead, ratted, sneak-and-muscular, I couldn't get the goods on. My fine is... you've got to attend the best Gus Dern Party ever held in the Blind Justice Cafe for the best two-fisted fighter ever to hit this part of the country. Are you broken down, Hey, Burner? Let me never forget how you out-slick that crook. You did a fine job, didn't you, Judge? Oh, good enough. What about me? Ain't I letting them go home without catching the Texas kid for me? You young garment. Someday you ought to go down to Texas and look for the Gus. You never can tell what Chad might do for $68, Judge. Neither me, neither. Have I to read between the lines, Your Honor? And infer that because the way this case turned out, you might do what Blaget is going to do the other day, set them up at the house? Well, not just a minute, Cherokee. What's the matter? I'll admit I'm in favor of you having some suds. Good boy. But you're not going to get the suds till you get back home. Good night. And the kind of suds you're going to get won't do your insides much good, but there'll be a big help to your outside. I'm talking about soap suds. Good bye. Ah, good bye is right. Adios, Judge. Salon, Sheldon. Salon, Dad. When you get your cat and soul, Jim, that's plenty of time to be sending me my fee. All right, get started, boy. I beg your pardon. The soap suds you offer me after I found that steer high. Well, Cherokee, if you hadn't found it, there wouldn't have been any suds either because with the judge looking for me, there would have been no soap. Supervision by Joel Murkoff. Story and Direction by Paul Franklin. Music written and played by Ivan Dittmarz. Be sure to be with us again in the same time next week for another fine action adventure story with your favorite young western star, Tex Chandler. And now this is Bill Foreman telling you that Frontier Town came to you from Hollywood.