Frontier_Town_49 03 27_ep35_The_Chase.mp3

0:00Frontier 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 pecus to powder river, Dard 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.

1:00Frontier Town. Howdy, the name's Chad Runnington. The hometown is Doceries, 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 troubleshooting, with the accent on both words. Want me to prove it? Well, let's take the case of a gentleman 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 desparados of his time. But today, well, to be factual, let's say four weeks ago.

2:03Simran Whitey was a sick old man, slowly dying in a cell in the Archulator County jail. In fact, Whitey's cellmate, Tex Cleaver, was sure the old man was dying as he watched him laboriously working over a crudely drawn map. What's that you got there, Whitey? You've been working on that thing most old day. Prison solvones tells me I'll be cashing my chips anytime now, Tex. That part don't worry, man. 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. That's a map, Tex. A map that'll show where $80,000 is buried. Did you say $80,000? Yeah. It's the money I stole from a gambling place

3:05in Bonanza Town right close to Stampede years ago. And sending this map to the woman who was cashier the place so she can return it to the folks it belongs to if they're still alive. And Whitey, you and me have shared this same self 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? No use wasting your breath on no song and dance, Tex. No one's getting that map but Blanche McCarty. You one great fool. 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?

4:05Last I heard of you to give you ten years. Well, I'll tell you that. I didn't like their grip. So I had my butler pack, my bags, and I left their chromio gel. Oh, so you run my dad's, haven't you? Well, it's all the same to you, Cleveland. I don't want you or your kind hanging on my place. Now, wait a minute. Yes, but it's right, Tex. We don't want the law trailing you here. What you've done is your business. We ain't gonna get mixed up in it. Now, 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 putting me on easy street. You ever hear a simmer on Whitey? I heard him for years. Best I remember, he got sent away for sticking up a gambling joint and getting away with $80,000. Simran Whitey ain't got nothing to do with me. Another one to you hanging around here. Well, that's all right with me, Nasper.

5:05But I got a map whitey drew showing where that $80,000 is cash. I don't care of you. You what? Yeah, that's why I busted out. I got the meth, 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 Simran Whitey. Well, that's about the whole story, Nasper. Whitey drew the map, and I got it. Well, if you want bat and me to hide yours, 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 tent 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. That? Your friend hears nothing but an out-and-out liar. You can't make me, sir, Nasper. Not what I got this map.

6:05You can call me anything you want. Why, you... All of that. 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 got a room upstairs where I got a bed. I stretch out on when I get tired and can't go home. You whoop and stay there until we're ready to leave tonight. And bat and me will hide out of my place. Good enough, Nasper. Go on outside. There's 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, Nasper? I don't know, Bat. But you're going to find out. Huh? I'm going to 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...

7:05So... 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 want a gun, ain't you? I sure am. We're in a gun. But I'm blamed if I'm using it on text, Cleaver. Oh. Well, I say, uh... And I say, I'm not. 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 four-flushing beggar. Go on, go for your gun. You couldn't hit me. I know. Well... If there really is a map, Bat ain't going to have no part of it. It's going to be mine. And no one else is. 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

8:06and up to my office just in time to interrupt a game of yoker I was playing with the ex-medicine man, Cherokee O'Bannon. To keep his mind off what he calls... 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 Whitey. When she turned me down, I got sore. So I held up the place where she worked this case here. But if she didn't own the place, how could that hurt her? Everybody from my house around knew I was in love with her, Cherokee. So, naturally, they thought she was in on the robbery, wasn't they? I figured it had ruined 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 dreamington. 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.

9:08Well, I knew in the old days. She wrote and told me to see her. She's, she's living in an old mistress cabin up in the Rockies north of Stampede. Well, everything would have been alright 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? But 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. Next stampede just over the rise is the next hill. Too blessed, bad Cleaver got as many days head start as he did.

10:08Well, 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. Chad, those shots came from dead ahead of us. Come on, Whitey, brought up that pull me here. 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-wacking... All right, if that's the way you want to play... You dropped him, Chad. Oh, look, he's getting up, hitting his horse. He's getting away. Let him go for now. With that tan and yellow kevskin vest and that white sand friend Stetson, if we ever see him again, we'll know him. Right now we'd better get over there and see what we can do for the fellow who's been shot. Oh, boy. Chad, that's him. Text believer. Jesus full of holes now is an accordion. Look, his jacket's almost ripped off.

11:09So is he sure. Somebody wanted that map and wanted it bad, and I guess he got it. He got it? Who's he, Chad? That fellow in the kevskin vest who just ran off. You see, they want to cleaver's boots as off. A betcha that $80,000 and ten cents more, that's where cleaver hid the map he stole from your whitey and his boot. Oh, Jasper. But he's lucky, Dad. Breaking out, I'm surprised one of the prison guards didn't hit him. Well, we're not getting any place standing here. 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, I want to go in and see a fella called Nesbich. If he's still around, he hasn't changed any. He knows every hour who can gun slinger around here.

12:09Now, what does it you want me to do, Nesbich? 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 of 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, Nesbich. You better make sure it's 50.50. What are you talking about? I never was to nobody. Well, I haven't seen bat around a day. Bat? Oh, bat. Bat went up to let them. Yeah, I sent bat up to let them on some business. 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.

13:09Count fond you, Chuck. You can't come in here threatening me. Chuck, there's someone outside the window. Who was it, Chuck? Who was that that went out? I don't know. But I'm blame, we're going to find out. Nobody here now. Maybe. Maybe you were just saying things, Chuck. It 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.

14:12And now frontier town. Of course, we were fools. We were the only people who didn't need the map to find 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 good slinger on the way up into the hills now.

15:16Long as Whitey seems to be holding his own shed, why do 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 quikis. Turn left there, about a mile down the draw. There ought to be a cabin. If it's not there no more, you can 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 strong box. We'll find it, Whitey. Come on, Chad. Just a minute, Cherokee. I want you to give Whitey your carbine, just in case. 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're fired again,

16:16you'll be back in prison so fast it'll make your head swim. All right, Cherokee, let's go. That's it. Well, this is the cabin, Chuck. Oh, hold it. Where is it? The shoulders kill me. You get the pick and shovel off your horse while I try to locate the place on this map. You bet, Miss, but I'll get to do it. It's a good thing that cabin's still there. I'll end up around. Just move. I'll be there. I'll be there. I'll be there. I'll be there. I think that cabin's still there. I'll end up around. Just must be just about the spot Whitey marked on the map. Here you are. And there's Vittor. I'll start digging while you rest your shoulder, but you better keep your gun handy just in case. If anyone even tries to follow us I 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 quakeys right ahead of us.

17:20Too bad we couldn't have gotten up here on the daylight. With no moon, we're gonna have a devil's own time trying to find that cabin and... Cherokee, off your horse quick and play then. Well now, I don't see how one bullet could have gotten them both. But you're not gonna see much of anything else after I got three with you. Why you double deal and seek? 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 quite he 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.

18:29Are you sure he's struck nothing yet, Nesba? It's gotta be there somewhere, Chad. There's the exact spot that shows on the map all similar in what he do. Swinging this pickaxe is no such thing. Now I'm getting tired of you. What are you men doing here on my property? Who are you? I thought I recognized that voice. Ain't you, Nesbaet, from down in Stampeed? Yeah, I'm Nesbaet, but I don't know who... Well, I'll be Jiggett, Blance McCarty. Who's Blance McCarty? The damn, the cashier who's in on the robbery with Whitey. So you're looking for a two-up, Blance? Well, you ain't gonna get it. What are you talking about? Look at him for what? Look your bag of bones. 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 a little show. What's that? What'd you say? Why, why just telling my friend here that being in with Simmon, why do you probably got the dinner already? I wasn't in with him. I had nothing to do with that robbery, not...

19:34Nice going, Chuck. What do you want to do? Finish your off. You'll local or something. We'll trigger up here and if anybody hears it, we'll never get that money. No. 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're through up here. And then we'll be in the clear. Come on. Kelly Blue blazes Chad 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. I don't believe you buried no dough here, I think. What's that? Your shovel just hit something. It did miss me.

20:34It's a metal straw about to show your foot high. Won't get it out, Chuck. Hurry. Come on. Don't be so doggone slow. There. I reckon I can lift it out now. Come on. How'd you come? Pretty. That thing is heavy. Let's take it in the blancer's house where we can see it. Good idea. I don't forget this, but we've split in this 50-50. Cool. Sure we are. Put the box on that table, Chuck. Now for a look inside the box. I think that's got it. Look at them green bags. There must be all I need here for the rest of my life. But a dead man won't have no use for money, Chuck. And then a couple of seconds, that's what you're going to be. Why, you double-crossing.

21:35Hold it. Don't move either one of you. All right, come on, Chuck. You get in through the window while I cover here. Right, Sam? That's it. Now for the one with the guns and the lawyer. Come on, shoot up the lamp. Chuck, let's get out of here. Close him, let there's put the car in there. Chad, when that lamp broke, it set fire to this plate. Take that strong box and get it outside quick. Someone's paying on that cause of door, Chad. I must have locked somebody in this closet. You give me a hand. But the money! God, Lord, let that go for now. Come on. Lay under this door. Percibe. Providence, Chad. It's an old woman. All right. We're out of here. Then we'll come back for the money if it isn't burned up. All right, Chuck.

22:35This is fine. You double-crossed a 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. You know more than I would have shot the old lady. It would have brought too many people around. That'll do us now. With them to in there, we're taking care of them too. With that cap and burning all around them, they can't stay in there much longer. When they come out, with the flames behind them, they'll look like clay pipes in a shooting gallery. Sure will. And Mr. Nesbich, you better not miss. Till they come out. Open this way, Cherokee. Away from the sparks. You ready, Nesbich? I sure am. And this is the end of the... Nesbich, what happened? Where the devil did you do? Cherokee, there's someone out here. I wonder who threw those two shots. I'll be blamed. Here are the two polecans who set fire to the cabin and there's dead as doornails. From the looks of them with their guns out and cocked.

23:35I'd say they were about to get us. I'd sure like to know who shot them. Wait a minute. Here comes someone now. Chen. By the whiskers of the prophets, do you see who it is? Zimmer and Whitey. Chen, here's a... a copying... a lonely... I broke my... parole. Don't tell... Warden. That I... Chat, 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 him. He died with his boots on. So what?

24:37I know that riding double is no particular pleasure, but are you comfortable, Mrs. McCarty? It's Mrs. McCarty, if you please. When I see her eyes flash like that, Chen, I can see why you fell in love with her 20 years ago. And I can see why Whitey was still in love with her. It 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 Dwighty wasn't a wild one and deserved to die that way, I just mean it. 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 pardon my curiosity? Just what were you playing to do with that 80,000, man? Or miss if the case may be? I don't know. Billy Faller's own the place where he stuck up spend 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. Can't you realize what you're saying?

25:38Now, Mr. McCarthy would carry with best $15,000 in my genuine Indian rattlesnake oil? I can promise hell. Oh no, I won't. I run up against you, medicine men before. No, I've lived my life. I can't change it now. But there's a lot of folks around Stampede who could use that money. Maybe I'll see if 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 at your canary 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!

27:15Frontier town, starring Reed Hadley and featuring Wade Crosby as a Bruce L's production. Story and Direction by Paul Franklin. Music written and played by Ivan Dittmarz. 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 that Frontier town comes to you from Hollywood.