 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. Howdy, the name's Chad Remington. The hometown is Dos Reyes. And the occupation? Well, some folks call me a Frontier Town lawyer. But between us, even though I do have a law office, the very nature of the frontier and the people who populate it makes my occupation troubleshooter, with the accent on both words. Want me to prove it? Well, let's take the case of a gent known as Simran Whitey. Now, there was a time when the mere mention of the name Simran Whitey would have spread terror throughout the frontier, because Whitey was one of the most daring desperados of his time. But today, well, to be factual, let's say four weeks ago, Simran Whitey was a sick old man, slowly dying in a cell in the Archuleta County Jail. In fact, Whitey's cellmate, Tax Cleaver, was sure the old man was dying as he watched him laboriously working over a crudely drawn map. Now, what's that you got there, Whitey? You've been working on that thing most all day. Prison saw bones tells me I'll be cashing in my chips any time now, Tex. That part don't worry me none. But I once done a person, a woman, a dreadful injustice. And I'm hoping before I kick off I'll be able to straighten things out for her. Well, you still ain't told me what those hand tracks are that you've drawn there, Whitey. It's a map, Tex. A map that'll show where $80,000 is buried. $80,000? Did you say $80,000? Yeah, it's the money I stole from a gambling place in Bonanza town right close to Stampede years ago. And I'm sending this map to the woman who was cashier to the place so she can return it to the folks it belongs to if they're still alive. Now, Whitey, you and me have shared this same cell for three years now, and I've done a lot of things for you. Instead of sending this map to some old woman who probably ain't even alive, why don't you... There ain't no use wasting your breath on no song and dance, Tex. No one's getting that map but Blanche McCarty. Are you ungrateful old... Now we'll see who gets that map, and if I can get past that stupid turnkey, that $80,000 is gonna be all mine. How did you get out, Tex? Last I heard of you to give you ten years. Well, I'll tell you, Pat, I didn't like the grub, so I had my butler pack my bags and I left their crummy old jail. Oh, so you're under dodge, huh? Yeah. Well, it's all the same to you, Cleveland. I don't want you or your kind hanging around my place. Now, wait a minute. Nesbitt's right, Tex. We don't want the law trailing you here. What you've done is your business, but we ain't gonna get mixed up in it. Well, will you, Jasper's wait? Now, if you two will hide me out, I'll cut you in on something that'll put you on Easy Street for the rest of your lives. I get an oil painting that you're putting me on Easy Street. You ever hear of Simmer and Whitey? I ain't heard of him for years. Best I remember he got sent away for sticking up a gambling joint and getting away with $80,000. Simmer and Whitey ain't got nothing to do with me. Another one of you hanging around here. Well, that's all right with me, Nesbitt. But I got a map Whitey drew showing where that $80,000 is cashed in. I don't care if you... You what? That's why I bust it out. I got the map and I'm on my way to get the money. Come on, Tex, let's go into my private office. There are too many people with long ears out here. Now, I want to hear your story about Simmer and Whitey. That's about the whole story, Nesbitt. Whitey drew the map and I got it. Well, if you want Bat and me to hide you out, we want to see that map. Nothing doing. Don't be local, Tex. We've got to be sure you got that map. Not on your tin type. You'll see that map after I see where you're going to hide me out. That's what I thought. You ain't got no map. Bat, your friend here is nothing but an out and out liar. You can't make me, sir, Nesbitt. Not while I got this map. You can call me anything you want. Why, you... Hold it, Bat. Maybe Tex is right. Why, you just... He talks confident enough to convince me. If he's running a bluff, we'll find out soon enough. I ain't bluffing. Look, Tex, I gotta room upstairs where I got a bed I stretch out on when I get tired and can't go home. You go up and stay there until we're ready to leave tonight. And Bat and me will hide you out of my place. Good enough, Nesbitt. Go on outside. There's a little staircase running upstairs right behind the bar. Bat and me will be up later and wake you. Fine. And I'm giving it to you straight. We'll all have enough money to be on Easy Street before the week's over. Do you think he's got that map, Nesbitt? I don't know, Bat. But you're gonna find out. Huh? I'm gonna find out. Cleaver's knocked out, dead for sleep. Once he gets upstairs and falls on that bed, he'll be snoring inside of five minutes. Yeah, so? So? You go up after him a little while and see if he's got that map on him or not. What if he wakes up, though? Well, what if he wakes up? You weren't a gun, ain't you? I sure am wearing a gun, but I'm blamed if I'm using it on Tex Cleaver. Oh. Well, I say you are. Well, I say I'm not. At last, you get upstairs and do as you're told. Well, who do you think you are giving me orders? I'll show you who I am mighty fast. Why, you fork-flushing bag of wind. Go on, go for your gun. You caught me. If there really is a map, that ain't gonna have no part of it. It's gonna be mine. And no one else's. That map spelled trouble, and the trouble led right to my doorstep. Once the prison warden found out what happened and knowing that Simran Whitey had only days at most to live, he arranged his parole. And needing help, Whitey dragged himself cross-country and up to my office just in time to interrupt a game of yooker. I was playing with the ex-medicine man, Cherokee O'Bannon, to keep his mind off what he calls drink and liquor. Worn and weary, the man who had plagued the whole Simran country was barely able to gasp out his story. You see, I was in love with Blanche McCarty. When she turned me down, I got sore. So I held up the place where she worked this cashier. But if she didn't own the place, how could that hurt her? Everybody for miles around knew I was in love with her, Cherokee. So naturally, they thought she was in on the robbery with me. I figured it would ruin her life. And it did. In other words, now that you've ruined her life, you've relented and you want to see that she has the map so that you can get the money back and prove that she had nothing to do with it. That's about the size of a Drammington. But that was 20 years ago. Why do all this now? Because I didn't know until about a week ago that Blanche is still alive. Well, I knew in the old days, Rotan told me it's here. She's living in an old Nestor's cabin up in Rocky's north of Stampede. Well, everything would have been all right if Tex Cleaver hadn't slugged you in the garden broken jail with a map. That's the truth. I would have mailed the map to Blanche days ago. Whitey, as a lawyer, there isn't anything I can do for you. You mean that? Well, as a man, I'm telling you that Cherokee and I are going to find Tex Cleaver's trail and with your help, run him to Earth before he gets his murdering hands on that $80,000. It's all coming back to me, Chad. That's Stampede just over the rise of the next hill. He's too blessed and bad. Cleaver got as many days head start as he did. Well, knowing that every lawman in this part of the country will be looking for him, if he has the brains I give him credit for, he'll lay low for a spell. The shots came from dead hitters. Come on, Whitey, brought up that pony. See, Chad, two men. Yeah, one's been gunned down and the other's searching his clothes for something. Put that gun down, you bush-weakened... All right, if that's the way you want to play. He had dropped him, Chad. Oh, look, he's getting up and hitting his horse. He's getting away. Let him go for now. With that tan and yellow calveskin vest and that white sand friend Stetson, if we ever see him again, we'll know him. He's been shot. Oh, boy. Chad, that's him. Tex Cleaver. He's as full of holes now as an accordion. Look, his jacket's almost ripped off. So is his shirt. Somebody wanted that map and wanted it bad and I guess he got it. He got it? Who's he, Chad? That fella in the calveskin vest who just ran off. You see, they all want to cleave his boots off. I'll bet you that $80,000 that's where Cleaver had the map he stole from you, Whitey, in his boot. Poor Jasper. But he's lucky that, breaking out. I'm surprised one of the prison guards didn't hit him. Well, we're not getting any place standing here. Now, I guess the best thing to do is to pick him up and take him into town. Oh, not this time, Cherokee. We'll tell the sheriff about it. Right now, we've got a trail to follow and a murderer to trap. This is just a hunch, Chad. But once we get to town, we're going to go in and see a fella called Nesbitt if he's still around. If he hasn't changed any, he knows every owl hooting gunslinger around here. Now, what is it you want me to do, Nesbitt? Just help me dig this money out where it shows on the map and believe me, I wouldn't be cutting you in if I didn't have this slug on my shoulder that I got this afternoon after I caught up with Cleaver. What's the deal? How do we split it up? Why, 50-50, of course. You know something, Nesbitt. You better make sure it's 50-50. What are you talking about? I never lost a nobody. Well, I haven't seen Bat around today. Bat? Oh, Bat. Bat went up to Leadville. Yeah, I sent Bat up to Leadville on some business. Leadville. Maybe you are right, Mr. Leadville may be a good name for where Bat went. Now, look, I don't know what happened to Bat and I don't care much, but I do know that if I help you dig out this money and you try to cross me up, you'll be going to Leadville, too. You'll be so full of Lead, maybe they'll name you Leadville. Count found you, Chuck. You can't come in here threatening me. Nesbitt, Chuck, there's someone outside the window. Who was it, Chuck? Who was at the window? I don't know, but I'm blamed well going to find out. Nobody here now. Well, maybe. Maybe you were just saying things, Chuck. Sure was seeing things. Since I generally hit what I see, whoever was outside that window is probably headed for the doctors right now. Or maybe even the undertakers. We'll return to the second act of the chase, our exciting Frontier Town adventure in just a few moments. Frontier Town. Of course we were fools. We were the only people who didn't need the map or the cash of hidden money. But as Chuck had told Nesbitt, whatever he saw, he hit. And poor old Whitey came back with one hole right through his thigh. Knowing that if we took him to a doctor's, all our plans might be ruined once the news got out. We hustled Whitey up country and made him comfortable on a bed of moss and vows. He was weaker than ever. But with the heart of a mountain lion, Simran Whitey hung on. Nesbitt's got the map all right, Chad. And likely enough, him and that gun slinger are on their way up into the hills now. As long as Whitey seems to be holding his own, Chad, why don't we get the directions from him and see if we can't beat Nesbitt to the money? Can you tell us how to get to the place where you hid the money, Whitey? About five, six miles up that way, there's a little canyon full of cottonwoods and quickies. Turn left there. Uh-huh. About a mile down the drawl. We're going to get to the place about a mile down the drawl. There ought to be a cabin. If it's not there no more, you'll have to see if you can find out where it used to be. Because exactly halfway between the house and the old corral is where I buried the strongbox. We'll find it, Whitey. Come on, Chad. Just a minute, Cherokee. I want you to give Whitey your carbine, but I don't reckon I'll be needing no rifle. I hope not, Whitey, because you're out on parole. And if you do manage to live and they find that you fired a gun, you'll be back in prison so fast it'll make your head swim. All right, Cherokee, let's go. Well, this is the cabin, Chuck. Oh, shoulders killing me. You get to pick and shovel off your horse while I try to locate the place on this map. You bet, Nesbitt, I'll get the tool. It's a good thing that cabin's still there. This must be just about the spot Whitey marked on the map. Hey, Nesbitt. I'll start digging while you rest your shoulder, but you better keep your gun, Andy, just in case. If anyone even tries to follow us, they won't get very far. That's why I posted Lefty down at the mouth of the canyon. All right, Chuck, start digging. I can hardly wait to see the color of that $80,000. Look, Chad, there's a canyon full of cottonwoods and Quakies right ahead of us. Too bad we couldn't have gotten up here in the daylight. With no moon, we're going to have a devil's own time trying to find that cabin and... Cherokee, off your horse quick and play dead. I don't see how one bullet could have gotten them both. But you're not going to see much of anything else after I get through with you. Why, you double-deal and sneak? Chad, look out. You're right against the rim of the canyon. Chad! Stupid ape. He must have rolled right down to the bottom. Who do you think it was, Chad? Someone else who was after the money that Whitey buried? I'm sure I don't know. The only thing I know for sure is what we've got to do is get back to our horses and pray that we find that cabin before it's too late. They sure ain't struck nothing yet, Nesbeth. Gotta be there somewhere, Chuck. To the exact spot that shows on the map will simmer on what he drew. Swinging this pickaxe is no cinch. And I'm getting tired of it. What are you men doing here on my property? Who are you? I thought I recognized that voice. Ain't you Nesbeth from down in Stampede? Yeah, I'm Nesbeth, but I don't know who it... Well, I'll be jiggered. Blanche McCarty. Who's Blanche McCarty? The dame. The cashier who was in on the robbery with Whitey. So you're looking for it too, huh, Blanche? Well, you ain't gonna get it. What are you talking about? Looking for what? Look, you old bag of bones. It ain't gonna do you any good to play dumb. I'm telling you I don't know what you're talking about. And what's more, this is my place, and I'm telling you to get off it. Chuck, get behind her and let her have it with the show. What's that? What'd you say? Why, why just telling my friend here that being in with Simmer and Whitey, you probably got the dinero already? I wasn't in with him. I had nothing to do with that robbery, and I... Nice going, Chuck. What do you want to do? Finish her off? You a loco or something? Pull trigger up here, and if anybody hears it, we'll never get that money. Oh, we'll tie her up and drag her up to her cabin. There's probably a closet there where we can hide it or we'll throw up here. And then we'll be in the clear. Come on. Kelly, blue blazes, chat how much further can this cabin be? I wish I knew, Cherokee. After 20 years, Whitey's memory of what a mile might be certainly isn't too trustworthy. Only one thing to do, just keep knocking on these horses and hope we get there in time. If you buried no dough here, I think... What's that? Your shovel just hit something. It did, Nesbitt. It's a metal strongbox that shows your foot height. Well, get it out, Chuck, hurry. Come on, Chuck. Don't be so door-horned slow. There. I reckon I can lift it out now. Come on. Out you come. That thing is heavy. Let's take it into Blanche's house where we can see. Good idea. Now, don't forget, Nesbitt. We're splitting this 50-50. Oh, sure we are. Put the box on that table, Chuck. Now, if I look inside the box, I think that's got it. Look at them greenbacks. That must be all I need here for the rest of my life. But a dead man won't have no use for money, Chuck. He would. And in a couple of seconds, that's what you're gonna be. Why, you double-crossers! Hold it. Don't move either one of you. All right, come on, Cherokee. Get in through the window while I cover here. Now, for the one with the guns, the lawyer. Come on, shoot at the lamp. Chuck, let's get out of here. Awesome, let's let them come in. When that lamp broke, it set fire to this place. Bring that strong box and get it outside quick. When that caused a door, Chad? They must have locked somebody in this closet. Here, give me a hand. Good Lord, let that go for now. Come on, lay under this door. Providence, Chad, look. Help me get her out of here. Then we'll come back for the money if it isn't burned up. You double-crosser whistle. I got a good mind to bash your brains in. You nitwit. Didn't you know I was just playing a joke on you inside? I wouldn't have shot you no more than I would have shot the old lady. We would have brought too many people around. A lot of good that'll do us now. With them two in there. We're taking care of them, too. With that cabin burning all around them, they can't stay in there much longer. When they come out, with the flames behind them, they look like clay pipes in a shooting gallery. Yeah, they sure will. And Mr. Nesbitt, you better not miss. They'll come out. Over this way, Cherokee, away from the sparks. You ready, Nesbitt? I sure am, and this is the end... Nesbitt, what happened? Where the devil did you... Cherokee, there's someone out here. I wonder who threw those two shots. Well, I'll be blamed. Here are the two polecans who set fire to the cabin in their deadest doornails. From the looks of them, with their guns out and cocked, I'd say they were about to get us. I sure like to know who shot them. Wait a minute. Here comes someone now. By the whiskers of the profits, do you see who it is? Simmer and Whitey. Chad, here's a... a copy of the... I broke my... parole, hotel, warden... that I... Chad, is he... He's gone, Cherokee, but he saved our bacon. Poor old Whitey. He was tough and bad, but he was one of the best of them. He died with his boots on. I know that riding double is no particular pleasure, but are you comfortable, Mrs. McCarty? It's Miss McCarty, if you please. When I see her eyes flash like that, Chad, I can see Whitey fell in love with her 20 years ago. And I can see why Whitey was still in love with her. Too bad that he ended the way he did. Oh, it isn't really. I don't mean that Whitey wasn't a wild one and deserved to die that way. I just mean that... Well, he came back to get me. There wouldn't have been much happiness for either one of us. I guess you're right, Blanche. His number was up weeks ago. You're part of my curiosity. Just what were you planning to do with that 80,000, ma'am? Or Miss, as the case may be? I don't know. I don't have any fellows on the place why he's stuck up and dead for years now. Can't give it back to him. Well, then, why don't you take it and buy yourself some Paris clothes. Get all fixed up and enjoy life for a change. Chad, do you realize what you're saying? Now, if Miss McCarty would carry it with best a few thousand dollars in my genuine Indian rattlesnake oil, I can promise her that... Oh, no, I won't. I've run up against you medicine men before. No, I've lived my life. But there's a lot of folks around Stampede who could use that money. Maybe I'll see that they get it. Yeah, maybe I will. Well, Cherokee, are you going to let that money go just as easy as all that? My boy, when I come face to face with someone like Blanche here, someone who's real folks, all that chicanery and that sharp little brain of mine seems to melt away and form a big lump in my throat. Hey, I must be getting old. Better get back to town before I get the older. Get up there! Get up! Frontier Town, starring Reed Hadley and featuring Wade Crosby as a Brucell's production. Story and Direction by Paul Franklin. Music written and played by Ivan Dithmarz. Be sure to be with us again same time next week for another action-adventure story with your favorite young western star, Reed Hadley. And now this is Bill Foreman telling you Frontier Town comes to you from Hollywood.