 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. If you're ever in a frontier town called Osreous, with the frontier being what it is, you'll probably get into trouble. And if you do get into trouble, you'll probably be needing a frontier lawyer. So if, and when you do, here's your invitation to look me up. My professional card reads, Chad Remington, attorney at law. But the way things happen on the frontier, I've been giving a lot of thought to changing my card so that it will read Chad Remington, attorney at gun law. Yes, sir, there's trouble aplenty on the frontier. And whatever it is, along with my riding partner, Cherokee O'Bannon, I seem to end up smack dab in the middle of it. Do you think I'm exaggerating? Well, let's take what happened not too far from Osreous at a cavalry post. Fort disaster. Because of a savage outbreak of lawlessness in the territory, which seemed to be the work of a double-dyed, cased-hardened crook known as the Dallas Kid, the army had decided to reopen and reman the old frontier stockade known as Fort Disaster. When the new commandant, Colonel Carpenter, learned that he was being transferred into my neck of the woods, he wrote me a note asking me to drop in on him. But before Cherokee and I could get there, and even before the Colonel and his command reached Fort Disaster, the Dallas Kid swooped down with all the fury of a hurricane. Yes, Sergeant? We're outnumbered, sir, at least one to one. Good, Sergeant. Tell my son I want to see him at once. Lieutenant Carpenter, sir, I'll give him the Colonel's instructions immediately. And so it was that when Cherokee and I arrived at Fort Disaster, Colonel Carpenter was dead. And, Larry, the Colonel's lieutenant son was in temporary command. That's about all there is to it, Chad. Being on a route march, we were scarcely prepared for anything like that, and I... well, they caught us napping, I guess. Well, all I can say, Lieutenant, is your father's death is a great loss to the army and to the whole country. And imagine how I feel. I spent the last six months trying to be transferred to my father's command. And then, after only two days with him, this had to happen. Well, Larry, I'd cut off my right arm to bring your dad back if it would do any good. I don't suppose he ever told you. But a few years ago, he got himself badly shot up saving my life. No. No, he never did. But you know, Dad, he never talked very much. But since we can't bring him back, I can certainly help you with your mission out here. Well, that's the least we can do. Are you sure, Larry, that it was the Dallas kid who attacked you? As sure as I can be. They weren't Indians or other troops. Besides, who else would want to keep the cavalry out of here? Yes, I suppose you're right. Have you any information at all on this Dallas kid? Well, if we had, do you think I'd be sitting around here? If we could find his hideout, we'd blast him out with gatling guns. All I know is that he must have more spies than the entire army. Every time the U.S. Marshal tries to trap him one place, the Dallas kid pulls a robbery or raid the opposite end of the state. I'm afraid, Larry, that the only thing to do with a critter like that is is to trick him into pulling a prearranged raid. Prearranged raid? What Chad means is for you to bait your own trap. Force his hand and be laying for him. That's a great theory. But how are you going to force his hand when you don't know where he is? I've never yet seen a wolf pack that didn't come down for water or a pack of gun totes that didn't like to drink. Now, Chad, that isn't a nice thing to say. Drinking is a very sociable habit. And now that they think about it, I'm starting to feel quite sociable. Well, I'm afraid that I don't quite see what you're talking about. In a nutshell, having successfully raided you, I think the Dallas kid and his gang are probably celebrating in some nearby town. Maybe to Rango or Shiprock or... a better possibility is that little new town deadfall. But even with my troops, we can't surround the whole town. Of course not. But not being known in these parts, there's no reason I can't cruise around these towns until I find the Dallas kid. Chad Remington, have you the gall to stand there and say you think you can capture the Dallas kid single-handed? Oh, I certainly haven't, Cherokee. But I could let him sniff the bait for the trap I have in mind. Trap? What trap? The trap I was just talking about. Now, let's just suppose that I get him to thinking that your troops are going to escort a half-million-dollar gold shipment coming through from Nevada. Don't you think that he'd at least make a stab at trying to get his hands on that much money? Oh, Chad, that's just too much risk for one man to take. There was a lot of risk your father took the day he saved my life. What about this trumped-up gold shipment? How will I know? Tell me something. What am I supposed to do? Lieutenant, you make all arrangements to escort a decoy wagon train through Wolf Creek Pass the day after tomorrow. And I'll see that Cherokee gets back to you with some sort of definite word before then. But, but, Chad... Oh, there are no ifs ands or buts about this, Larry. You've got your job to do and we've got ours. And before we waste any more time arguing, Cherokee and I are hitting the trail for deadfall. The night was half gone by the time we reached deadfall. And being a new town of only 14 buildings, 11 of which were saloons, it was another few hours before I could pull Cherokee away from the various bars as we looked in desperation for someone who might seem to be the Dallas kid. As Cherokee and I made our rounds, the kid himself was enjoying life according to his lights in the barbed-tailed straight bar. How about it, Biller? Another bottle of champagne? Sure. I got lots of time and you got lots of money. You'd like lots of money for yourself, wouldn't you? I ain't working here just for the excitement. Now don't turn around. Just look in the mirror. See that jasper with the gray hair sitting behind us at that third table drinking a beer? Yeah. That's Matt Fitzgerald. He rides shotgun for Wells Fargo. You're all right, Biller. You know what goes on. In this business, a girl's got to. I learned a long time ago to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut. Meaning what? Oh, for example, I can tell you where you come from from the clothes you're wearing, but I ain't going around telling anybody. Where do I come from? Texas. What part of Texas? Northeast Texas. Couldn't call the town, could you? That's easy. Dallas. You all right, Biller. All right. Just as long as you keep your mouth shut. What about Matt Fitzgerald, Dallas? I notice he's been watching you. Go on over. Sit with him. What for? For money. If you happen to let me know when Wells Fargo is hauling money, you get 10%. Don't go away. I'll be back. Right back. It was luck, but as Cherokee and I came into the barb tail straight and stood looking around, Bella attracted our attention. So did the man she was talking to at the bar. When I saw her leave the bar and head for a table, I had a feeling I might find something out. So I turned to Cherokee and... Wait for me outside. But do I have a chair? Outside Cherokee and fast, I'm going over and sit at that empty table right behind the one the girls sitting down at. Now go on. I sat at the table, ordered a drink and maneuvered my chair around to where I could just barely hear what was being said at the table behind me. Are you sure, Matt? I'd love to see you after on true work, but tonight I'm too tired. What do you mean you're too tired? Come on, Bella. What do you say? Some other night, Matt. Any other night. You just name it. Tomorrow? Well, I'd like to make it tomorrow, but I can't possibly make it tomorrow. See, I'm working. Working? You mean you got to ride shotgun again for Wells Fargo? I'm riding shotgun again for Wells Fargo. Oh, don't be a chump, honey. What do you mean? I'm your sick. Just don't show up. Well, I should like to, Bella, but I can't tell him I'm going to be sick tomorrow because tomorrow's a little bit too important. You see, they're all in silver for one of the minds of Montrose. Oh? Oh, what's that? After you get back, come on in. After I get back, I will come with you. I'll be here. Bella, how about... I'll be here, Matt. Just waiting for you. If you get back. It was luck, all right, but now that I had the same information the Dallas kid was getting, I paid for my drink, hustled outside, and held a little power with Cherokee. But how are the name of Billy Blue Blazers? Do you know that's the Dallas kid who was at the bar? I don't, Cherokee, for sure, but I am sure that Maverick was up to no good and just wanted the information about the Wells Fargo shipment. So? So you and I are getting that silver off the Wells Fargo wagon before they do, and you're taking it to the lieutenant over at Fort Disaster. I'm taking it. What's going to happen to you? Well, Cherokee, I'm going to do a very stupid thing right after we hold up that Wells Fargo wagon. I'm going to be so stupid that I'm going to get myself caught. We'll return to the second act of Fort Disaster, our exciting Frontier Town adventure in just a few moments. Oh, Frontier Town! Did I hear you mutter something about fool luck? Well, if you did, you're right both ways from the middle. I was a fool, and we certainly played in luck. But the trail was too hot and too new to give up that easily. So Cherokee and I saturated down and taking our lives in our hands, waved the express wagon to a stop. Sorry to hold you up this way, but... Hey, if you're really planning on holding us up, this year, Rifle has a little habit of talking, and it's liable to talk right in your face. All I want is to have you turn that silver you carry on over to us. What? And if you don't give it to us, the Dallas Kid is waiting for you just up ahead. Dallas Kid? Hey, what are you talking about anyhow? It isn't what I'm talking about, Matt. It's what you talked about last night in the barbed-hill straight bar to a young so-called lady by the name of Bella. Bella, wait just a minute. What do you know about Bella? Why, you unmitigated imbecile? Didn't you realize she was pumping you to find out about this shipment? Now, if you're looking for credentials, we got plenty of them. What I want to do is to have my partner here take the strongbox with the silver in it over to Fort Disaster for safe keeping for a while. Let your partner take the strongbox? Yeah. Just a minute. What's the idea of that? Well, I want to see if we can't make the Dallas Kid think I'm a bigger crook than he is. Well, sir, I was lucky again. Lucky that Matt Fitzgerald believed me. So loading the box of silver aboard Cherokee's horse and waiting until he was on his way, Matt and I staged the dog-gondas running gunfight anyone ever saw, heading right for the spot where the Dallas Kid, or at least Bella's bar companion, lay in the way. All right, boys. Grant those bridles and pull that wagon to a stop. Keep them covered, boys. Now you, who are you? What are you doing here? Say, I don't know who you are, but this long-legged lobo has been chasing me for the last two miles trying to stick up my wagon. It's a lucky thing that you, fellas, came along. I'll say it is. I'd have had that silver and been back up in the hills by this time. Yeah? Well, we'll save you the trouble, mister. All right, you, we're taking the silver. Silver? What silver are you talking about? Don't be so smart. The silver you were hauling down from Montrose. The silver, right? Ho-ho! So that's what all the Recepting Committee was about, eh? Well, let me tell you something, friend. The joke's on you. When I got up to Montrose, I found they shipped the silver out yesterday by muleback. Please lie in. Come on, let's search the wagon. Just a minute. If you know what's good for you, you'll keep out of this. But I tell you... Shut up! Mike, pull that toplan off. See what he's got in the back of the wagon. Hey, I'm telling you, there's nothing there. Never mind telling. Well, Mike? I'm sure nothing in the wagon is plum-empty. What? See? Where to tell you? Well, can I go now? Yeah, yeah, go on. Wait a minute, mister, and I'll ride along with you. Oh, no you don't. You're coming with us, my friend. You and me, we're gonna have a little talk. You didn't think you were the only one who could find out about that silver shipment, did you? That's not answering my question. I asked you, how come you figured you could take that Wells Fargo wagon alone? I never found the game yet where I needed someone to back my play. Pretty salty, ain't you? No. Just figure I got a good head on my shoulders. You keep talking like that and I'll blow the head right off your shoulders. I don't think you could. Oh, no? No. You need a gun for that? Only you haven't got a gun anymore. I've got it. Mister, you are fast. That's the first time anybody's got my gun out of my holster before I could reach it. You and me, we ought to be playing on the same team. I don't know. Who are you? Who are you? Montana's the name I go by if that means anything to you. I've heard a lot of gents call Montana. Yeah. So have the sheriffs and marshals in about nine states. But that isn't telling me who you are. The handle's Dallas. The Dallas kid? The handle's Dallas. Okay, Dallas. Maybe I could use you at that. You use me? That's right. Because the job that really brought me down this neck of the woods may be too big even for me. Job? Government money. A half a million in gold. A half a million? What's the deal? 50 to me, 50 to you and your boys. Fair enough. Where is the dinero? It's coming. Coming in army wagons. But don't let that worry you. I know when and where and I got the whole thing figured out. All you got to do is... Hey, Dallas, I got something here for you. Come on, buy your blasphemies. Bushwhacker, let me go. Who's this mic? When we split us right back in town and we came across this lemux, what do you think he was totin' at Silver Box off the Wells Fargo wagon? What? Why you... Let me handle this, Dallas. Listen, you red-nosed, pasty-lookin' scarecrow. You got about three seconds to start talkin'. We want to know who you are and if you work for Wells Fargo. I said I wanted an answer. Belly blue blazers, what sort of yellow spine creature are you takin' advantage of an old man? Now, are you gonna answer my question? Take it easy, Montana. He's so scared now he can hardly talk. He won't be able to talk when I get through with him. Now, where did you get that silver? The mine hired me. I was supposed to pack it down because they were afraid the wagon would be held up. I think you're lyin'. I don't think he's lyin'. Remember what the shotgun guard said? Yeah, and I think he was lyin' too. Well, it'll be the last lie. This one'll tell because I'm gonna... Hey, you got it, Montana. You look old. I don't want any gunplayin' here. You'll only bring the whole town runnin'. And then where'd we be with... Well, you know what I'm talkin' about. Well... Well, okay. I still think he's lyin', though. Before he makes any more trouble for us, have some of your boys tie him up. Tie him up? What for? Because I got an idea how we can use this crummy old saddle bomb up at Wolf Creek Pass. When the government tries to get their gold shipment through. Now, for the life of me, I can't tell you why I did what I did when poor Cherokee showed up, except that I instinctively realized if I didn't do something to make Dallas feel we were strangers, he might put two and two together and get me. Now, believe me, it hurt me worse than it hurt Cherokee, and I didn't pull my punches with him either. But when it came to saving both our lives, I figured that a few skin knuckles or a bruise on Cherokee's cheek was at least a reasonable price to pay. Although I didn't know it then, Cherokee being caught was only half of my pat little plan, which had gone haywire. The other thing that happened will take it from me nobody could have anticipated. Having told the Dallas Kid about the hypothetical gold shipment coming through Wolf Creek Pass, I couldn't back out now, even though I knew Cherokee hadn't gotten through to give Lieutenant Carpenter the message. But while I was debating what I'd tell Dallas when the wagons didn't show up, out at Fort Disaster, the lieutenant got a surprise of his own. Sergeant, this just doesn't make sense. See, Chad promised that Cherokee would bring word back to us if we were supposed to drive those decoy wagons through Wolf Creek Pass. I know that, Lieutenant, but the courier just brought in this message and, as you can see, it's official, signed by the adjutant himself and is shipping $100,000 in gold for payroll purposes. Oh, well, while we're out trying to protect the actual wagon train, what happens if Chad does succeed in getting the Dallas Kid and his gang up into Wolf Creek Pass? I'm sure I don't know, Lieutenant, but this is an order signed by the adjutant to the commanding general of the area. And if begging the lieutenant's pardon, I know that, old curmudgeon. Well, you'd better be having the bugler blow boots and saddles and getting the troops ready to ride. Yes, of all things, an actual gold shipment going through Wolf Creek Pass, and I was leading the Dallas Kid there to get it. Now, fortunately, I knew nothing about it and walked into my own trap as innocent as the newborn babe. The only thing I did do was to make sure that Cherokee was brought with us. And it wasn't because of any feeling I had that he might come in handy. All right, boys, button up your lips and listen to what Montana has to say. All right, it's all very simple. Now, there are 33 of us, and we're splitting up and lining both sides of the pass. You've got to spread out about 20 yards apart. Understand? Now, Dallas and I are staying right here where we can see both ends of this pass together. When we figure that we got them hemmed in, we'll throw the first shot from here. That'll be the signal. And remember, there's to be no shooting until the first shot from up here. Now, go on. Get to your places. I got a hander to you, Montana. This is about as perfect an ambush as I've ever seen. What are you going to do with this, Maverick? You made us bring along. You said you had some way you were going to use him, too. I have. Now, to start with, I'm going untie him. Untie him? You got bats in your belfry? Sure. I'm local. Completely batty. Now, don't you see if we untie him, and then when the shooting starts, we put a slug through him and leave him down there, and they find him. They'll figure that not only did he swipe the Montrose Silver shipment, but also was the jasper behind this deal. Sangy. That's really thinking. Surely, knowing who he is, they'll figure that he was behind the whole thing. And when they bury him, they'll think they got the man they've been looking for. Yeah. Hold your hands out while I cut those ropes. Chad, how are we ever going to get out of this? I don't know, Cherokee, but... Hey, Montana, here come the army wagons now. Army wagons? Billy Blue blazes, Chad. He's right. See, down there. Three U.S. army wagons. It's the real thing. What blazes are you two talking about? We were just... Cherokee, quick. Let me out of here. Chad, I got his gun. Don't let him fire at you, Cherokee. If those men hear it, they'll think it's a signal to attack him. All right. I got his gun, Chad. I found his jaw. Not him, Chad, but how in the name of my holy ant are we going to save that government wagon train? Well, we might as well die trying. Chad, Chad, maybe we're dead now. I think I'm hearing newsy. Newsy? You birdbrain clown you? That music is a bugle, a cavalry bugle. I don't know how it happened, Cherokee, but here comes Lieutenant Carpenter and all of his troops. Cavalry? Well, Chad, do you realize this changes the entire course of history? Course of history. What do you mean? Aren't any books I have read? It's not supposed to be the cavalry. It's always the Marines who come to the rescue. Well, come on, Cherokee. We'll change the course of history right back to its normal channels ourselves. We're going to ride down there and get in on that flight. And you can be General Cherokee O'Bannon of the Horse Marine. Frontier Town starring Reed Hadley and featuring Wade Crosby is a Brucell's production, supervised and directed by Paul Franklin. Music written and played by Ivan Dittmars. Be sure to be with us again same time next week for another fine action adventure story with your favorite young western star, Reed Hadley. And now this is Bill Foreman telling you that Frontier Town comes to you from Hollywood.