 Frontier Town, the saga of the Roaring West. Frontier Town, El Paso, Cheyenne, Calgary, Tombstone. Frontier Town 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, if you're ever out on the Frontier and happen to need a Frontier Town lawyer. Well, my name's Chad Remington and the Frontier Town dos Reyes. Not that I haven't got a few clients, I have. But after my last experience what I'm looking for right now is a little more restful case. To tell the truth, and even a Frontier Town lawyer is expected to do that. It all started when I was out looking for a little rest and relaxation. With the Buffalo and Elk on the move, I gathered up Cherokee O'Bannon who owns the dos Reyes livery stable now that he is forsaken the patent medicine game. And together we set out for the Tierra Piedra country. Buffalo guns thonged to our pommels and rifles slapping easily in our saddle boots. We were looking along high up in the tangled crags and everything was serene. Or serene was the way it looked. Counselor, I say Chad, what are you looking so happy about? Because Cherokee up here with no troubles to bother me, I feel happy. What are you looking so glum about? Well, not to put too fine a point on the matter, my boy. Just because up here in this Satan forsaken barren wilderness we're two days' ride from the nearest establishment which purveys Nectar. Nectar's spelled W-H-I-S-K-E-Y whiskey. Cherokee for a man who made his dubious living by using his wits. You certainly are lacking in resourcefulness. Resourcefulness? How could resourcefulness get me even two fingers of liquid mine up here? You see what's growing all around us, don't you? My palate may be decomposing for lack of lubrication, but my optics are sharp as ever. Naturally, I see what's growing all around us. Mesquite. What's there about mesquite to save my thirst? Don't you know what the Indians make from mesquite? Delightful witches, bro, known as mescal. Got pox on mescal? Two ounces of that stuff and a man might end up married. Well, you're up in Indian country, Narcher-A-Kee, and if you're thirsty enough, you'll do as the Indians do, drink mescal. Do you really think I could try cooking some up when we make camp tonight? I got that Dutch oven at my saddle roll and... See, look there, Chad, isn't that a flock of sheep on the move just down below us? Looks like they're being trailed, too. Must be between 700 and 1,000 sheep in that flock. That's another example of what mescal will do to you. What's mescal got to do with trailing a flock of sheep? Anybody who would trail a lizard through this country must have been drinking mescal. I can't disagree with you there, O'Vanham. This is an even fit for mountain sheep, and there seems to be only three people tending the... Uh-oh. Uh-oh, what? Now what's the matter? Quick, look across the other side of this valley, up by that chimney rock. Doesn't that look like a yellow shirt? A yellow... A belly blue blazes, Chad, you're 100% right. It's a yellow shirt, and that means Indians. It sure does mean Indians. A patches, and unless I miss my guests, they're after those sheep. Well, there aren't enough of those redskins to risk a raid. Maybe not, but there are enough to be scouts. There you see now, they're turning their ponies and heading north. Probably going to tell the main body of the raiders that they've located the flock. Well, even with this buffalo gun, I couldn't reach them from here, Chad. Well, the only thing we can do is ride down and warn those herders what we think they're in for. All right, Cherokee, knock on that piece of crow bait. This gravel's loose, it's a downhill ride, and we've really got to make tracks if we're going to get there in time. Not there, fella! Get to running! Ah, that's great! Si, Palada. I can see Pablo no longer. My brother's up ahead trying to turn the sheep to the left. We do not wish to lose one sheep before we deliver them to Fort Lincoln. Si, Diego. The sale to government contractors is what we've been working for, for six years now. And we must now... Diego. Si, what happened, Palada? What is it? Maybe I make a mistake. I do not think so. I throw a flash of yellow shirt and rocks up ahead. Yellow shirt? Sacre Madre, Indians. Call Pablo, quick! Pablo! Pablo! Palada, he cannot hear this far. Diego, it is too late. Ah, Palada, off your horse. The Red Devils shall not get our sheep without a fight. Then we take care of them first. Palada, those two Nariñas, those white men, they come to help us! Hand me a few more of those stones, Cherokee. Here you are, Chad. I'm sorry that we didn't have something more to dig with than our hand, Senua Velicheta. It does not make much difference in your remington. These graves are temporary only. If we ever get a sheep to Fort Lincoln, Diego and Pablo shall have fine graves back home with marble headstones. You forgive my intruding in a time like this, Senua Velicheta, but how is it that you're taking your sheep all the way to Fort Lincoln? My husband, Diego, had arranged to sell all the sheep to Senua Brancuantro. Brancuantro, eh? And now, a government contractor for beef cattle and sheep? See, he has contract for meat with the government. And that just gives the light of the old adage about early to bed and early to rise and living an honest life. Government contractor. You already know this, Senua Brancuantro? Like a book. About three years ago, he was down an hour neck of the woods, but he sloped fast when we found out that he was peddling whiskey and rifles to the Indians. Even bad men, if they pay price for sheep, that is all I ask. Well, Senua Velicheta, since Cherokee and I are doing nothing at particular, I don't suppose you'd have any objections to our riding along with you and making sure that the sheep get through. Oh, no, Senua. You have no reason to be any more helped to me. Already you drove off the Indians, and even though my husband and brother in law were killed, you saved the flock. Now, I'm not above taking credit, but we didn't drive off any Indians, Senua. But I saw you. When you and Senua Remington come up behind us, that was when Indians ride off. That's when the raiders rode off. I've got a pretty good nose for smell, Senua, and those men didn't smell like Indians. The men who raided you smell mightily like two-legged pole cats, white men. And if you don't object, Cherokee and I sure mean to find out. Why don't a lot of you shut up? Only a bunch of half-wits would bungle a simple little job like that. A few minutes, Brunk. We didn't do the bungling. You just didn't send enough men. What are you talking about, Shiller? There were eight of you, and only three of them herders, and the two men you say rode up. Yeah, but them jaspers that ruled up ruled up behind us. Ask Eddie. Ask anybody. That's the truth, Brunk. Maybe if we'd seen them coming, it would have been different, but they caught us by surprise. And you can shut up too, Eddie. Well, yes. That's what I'm telling you. Talk, talk. That's all I get. I'm not a sheep. Oh, sure, sure, if. Nobody stopped you from coming along, you know. And if you ask me, you... Eddie, you better be leaving. You're through. I'll say I'm through. But good this time. And the next time I send anybody out to get them sheep, I think I'll dress them up in dunce caps instead of like apaches. Yes, senora? You feel the air? Well, if I'm any judging for weather, I'm coming up. Storm would certainly wreck everything up here in these mountains. Two rivers to cross between here and Fort Lincoln and a real storm could... Now, what, Chad? Well, you're staring like Galileo with his first telescope. Hold it. Rain up. There is trouble for you. You smell something again? I don't know about smelling it, but I certainly see something. Look over there. Isn't that a man riding toward us? I got free. It's an apache. Look, he's wearing a yellow shirt. But Batman riding saddle. He white man. It's a white man right enough. And he isn't just out for the exercise. He's riding straight for us. Howdy, friend. Something we can do for you? Maybe so. First, I'd like to do something for you. Something for us, huh? Well, first, maybe you can explain what you're doing wearing an apache shirt. I was one of the men who raided these sheep this morning. Why, you blasted no good on... Now, wait a minute, Cherokee. There must be a reason why he raided the sheep. And another reason why he rode out here in the middle of nowhere to tell us. Maybe you are the man who killed my Diego. Ma'am, any shooting I did was over your heads. You see, I thought I recognized you, Remington. Remington? Do I know you? You know my brother, Jimmy Begwa. And it was you who got him pro. And you must be... Let me see. Yeah, she must be... Yeah, that's right, that's right. Since I figure one good turn deserves another, well, I took my life, my hands, and rode out to meet you. But why? What do you want to tell us? You know who engineered that raid this morning? Ron Quatro. Quatro? But he's the man who's supposed to buy these sheep. Sure, sure. He said he was going to buy them, but that ain't the way Quatro runs his business. You see, he arranges to buy cattle and sheep providing their delivered at Fort Lincoln. Yes. Then by dressing his men up like apaches, he gets the animals and the engines get the blame. But... But why you come to tell us? Why? I'll tell you why, ma'am. Because Ron Quatro is as cussed as they come. And for one, I've taken all the slapping around I'm going to take. I suppose now that he missed the sheep this morning, it's only made him more determined, eh? It sure has. When he comes out after him next time, he'll be bringing every man-jacked at work's point. Oh, more trouble. More trouble. I start to believe the whole thing is not worth it. I've never heard a bass taught that way before, Senoraville Cheetah. And certainly never an American. How far behind us is Quatro and his gang, Eddie? Well, by now, now and a half the most. Eh, this is a fine hog-tet of dill. I suppose this is the only trail to Fort Lincoln? The only trail, yeah. But you could get there driving these sheep across Diablo Basin. Diablo Basin? Oh, no. It is so hot there and this sheep moves so slow. We would die before we were one hour across. There's a river the other side of Diablo Basin, isn't there? Yeah. Yeah, the big Salamander. But you'd have to swim the sheep across and that wall is plenty higher. Well, if this storm breaks, the water will be plenty higher. Just the same folks with Brun Quatro right on our heels, I'm going to try to get these sheep to Fort Lincoln. I'm going to try to get these sheep to Fort Lincoln. I'm going to try to get these sheep to Fort Lincoln if we have to drive them halfway around the world to get them there. Shiller! Where in Furnace and Thunder do you think they're driving them sheep? Looks from here as if they're heading into the Diablo Basin, Bronx. Into that furnace? You don't get the Fort Lincoln that way? You could if you want to prove the painted rocks until you get to the big Salamander and then swim them across. They couldn't swim that themselves but maybe they are. I wonder what made them change their minds and go that way. Sounds like they knew we were behind them. By Blazer Shiller, I'll bet that's it. Eddie. Eddie Bakewell. Now I want two scalps hanging from my belt, Remington's and Eddie's. If we could get through them lava beds, we can probably hit them off before they hit the river. That's tough going on. That's how tough it is. Let's ride. We started out as one of the sheep. Now it's Remington and Bakewell too. I've been trying to chastise if I have to follow them into Burrere Dogholes. I'm going to get them to the last thing I do in this earth. We'll return to the second act of the trail drive, our exciting Frontier Town adventure in just a few moments. And now Frontier Town. Well, are you beginning to understand why I'm looking for a little quiet business? I've had my back to the wall a few times in my young life, but never has my back been jammed against a series of walls. Brown Quantra and his little band of high-spirited gentlemen loaded down like an arsenal right behind us. 800 and some odd head of tired and frightened sheep ahead of us. A volcanic blast furnace known as Diablo Basin to the left of us and the big salamander running brown and dirty over its banks and the mountain storm to the right of us. But when you're boxed in on all four sides, there's not much you can do but plunge ahead. And in the case of Pallada Valliccia, Cherokee O'Bannon, Eddie Bakewell and myself, plunging ahead hits the nail right on the thumb. Because there was very little left for us to do, but heard the flock of sheep up to the edge of the big salamander and get ready to plunge in. And that's a prospect I never want to face again as long as I live. Cherokee, if I live that long. You're Ramington. Even this seems a miracle getting this far. But anyone who sees the river cannot need to know very much to realize these sheep, tired and weak from the drive, will never be able to swim across. Well, if I were a betting man and I am, I'd give you ten to one. The sheep can't make it. And twenty to one, I can. Cherokee, you've been around the frontier long enough to have learned that where there's water, there must be cottonwoods and willows. What a remarkable discovery, Professor. Go to the head of the class, cottonwood and willow. Ramington, what do you mean? You think maybe we can hide the sheep on the trees? Because if you do, I'd waste as good as we could, Eddie. It would be a lot easier. But as long as I seem to be running a school here, do you remember what Noah did when he was confronted with rain? Well, and the customers I am with the Perusal of Religious Literature, it so happens that I am well acquainted because I was always interested in what a man would do when completely surrounded by water. See, old Jed, you do not think we can build an ark like Noah? That's right, I don't. But I do believe that we could build a few rafts, last them together and pull the sheep to the other bank without losing even one kid. Rath? Mother, they sent us. We have no tools. I mean, if we had the tools, we haven't the time. We've got a few tools that Cherokee and I pack for our hunting trip. And as far as time goes, we've got as much time at our disposal as the good Lord will allow. All right, come on, boys. We've got some handaxes and some raw hides, so let's be unpacking those tools and getting to work before Brown Quantrill gets here and goes to work on us. I never would have believed it, Jed. I've got about enough logs now for one raft. Save your breath, Eddie. Because if we don't get through with this job and soon Quantrill may see that none of us has any breath left. He's in this rain. I'm as hot as a furnace. Three rafts already. Yeah, but what you'd better do for now is to start herding some of those sheep aboard a raft. You never can tell when we may have to leave sooner than we expected. What is it, Cherokee? What do you say to sheep that make them move? Well, you'll have to learn to talk their language, Cherokee. Their language? Sure. You've got to get behind them and say... You know, Chad, if it weren't for you, we never would have had it. So, friend Joe, look there. Look, just coming up over the edge of the painted rock. Inyance, a patch is... A patch is nothing. That's Brown Quantrill and his gang. Not only have we spotted them, but they've spotted us. Not only have they spotted us, but they're getting our range. That was my hat. All right, come on. Grab our horses and let's get aboard those rags. Palada, start moving those sheep. Handle them. Handle them. Come on, come on! Coming down the other side. Well, you're wearing a gun, man. Don't leave our flank unprotected. Thanks, Cherokee. I can see them good. Right over the side of this buffalo gun. All right, now, pull. Pull from the sand bank. Get them over there. Push. Oh, the mighty Cherokee. I never thought we'd make it. I was just about able to pull myself up the bank, Eddie. For a few moments, I thought I was gone. You just leave it to Chad. So, friend Joe, where is Chad? He was right behind me on the last ramp. If anything happens to him up... Cherokee, isn't it him out there? Down below us in the river. Where? I don't see any sweet merciful providence. It is Chad. He's swimming his horse up to help Palada. He's got a hold of her, but the weight's too much for him. Cherokee's not going to make it. Well, he's going to make it if I have anything to do with it. Say him prayers, Eddie, and keep me covered. You're playing fool. You can't swim out to him. Damn strong. Full of booze and with hardly a muscle in his body and look at that old man and swim. Hang on, Chad. I'm coming. Cherokee, look out! Poor fool, he's never going to make it. I think we got most of the water out of you, Cherokee. Well, I didn't want to have to dive full of water. No, then you're a benefit. Well, senor, anytime I get into water, I just can't swim fast enough. I just can't wait to get out of it. Oh, no, no. Well, it sure looks like Contro gave up, all right. The yelling I heard in the opposite bank, Chad, there was a couple of them ran a hand who felt you're lead. And it's all right with me. And if I sound just a little bloodthirsty, I mean to. Thirty to four aren't very good odds. Well, senors, now that the storm is over, we'd better move the ship again. Yeah, yeah. And if we don't get out of here, Contro might change his mind and get around behind us again. Oh, how far would you say it is from where we are to Fort Lincoln, Eddie? Oh, about eight, nine miles. Well, the sun's coming out again, and that'll dry out our clothes while we're riding. So I say, let's get back on our horses and be off for Fort Lincoln. Bye-bye tomorrow, and I'll pay you off. All right, come on, Schiller. Hey, Bronk, if you're going to your office, I'm going back over to my place and fix up my shoulder. It hurts like blazes. Yeah, Schiller, go ahead. And if I was you, I'd go someplace too. I wouldn't want to show my face when Remington hits down. Like I'm that bigger fool. I don't have any business to take care of up in Dakota. Like they'll be going a couple of weeks. See you when I get back, Schiller. Good, Bronk. See you then. Oh, it's you, Eddie. What are you doing hanging around my office? Waiting for you. You know something? I'm glad you're here. Going to save me looking you up. Did you run across Chad Remington after I threw you out this morning? Up in the Diablo Basin, you mean? Yeah. Yeah, I seen it. And I told him what you were planning to do. And you know something else? All he lost was seven sheep crossing the big salamander. Yeah? How do you know what he lost? Chad told me. And if you're interested, he's standing right behind that closet door. Chad, here... Of all the things you ever pulled, Quantro, trying to wrestle those sheep from those poor basks was about the lowest. What are you doing here anyhow? Why are you always showing up someplace where you don't belong? Oh, but I do belong in Fort Lincoln. You see, I'm going to be the government star witness when they try you for murder. Chad, watch it! And if you try to pick up that gun, Quantro, I'm promising you this much. I'll jump you and bang your head until it goes clean through that floor. All right, Eddie, you get his gun. And then we'll take him over to the post-guard house. Being a government contractor, Mr. Quantro's picked himself up a nice charge of a federal offense. Chad and Sr. Terriki, all the things I have in my heart to say to you, when I make them into little words, somehow they turn to a big lump in my throat. Well, nothing comes out. Senior, as an expert on human ailments, I diagnose your case as the very common sediment in the throat. Sediment in throat? Is that serious? A lot of believe me. The disease may not be serious, but I'm willing to bet that Sr. Terriki's remedy will be. Oh, you have a remedy? Good! Uh, madam, the first thing you'll have to do is rustle up a bottle of alcohol. Since I know you can't get alcohol out here, I suggest you get something like alcohol, namely good old drinking liquor. Oh, no you don't, Sr. Terriki. You're not going to get a drink that way or any other way. I'm not? Chad, you even treated those little lambs better than you treat me? Naturally. Naturally? You want me to treat you like a hog? A hog, sir? Yes, a hog, Bellata. You see, Terriki wants me to let him get a snoop. Oh! Frontier Town, starring Reid Hadley and featuring Wade Crosby as a Brucell's production. Story and Direction by Paul Franklin. Music written and played by Ivan Dithman. Be sure to be with us again same time next week for another fine action adventure story by the favorite young western star, Reid Hadley. And now this is Bill Foreman to tell you that Frontier Town comes to you from Hollywood.