Fort Worth Page #3

What have they done to you, Ned?

Why don't you grow up?

I've seen killings,

death by wholesale,

but I found something

in the blood and dirt of it.

A little Southern newspaper

that kept pounding away

at the truth,

about the lost cause and

the lives we're paying for it.

That's sane truth.

It took courage

in those crazy days.

It was a hated truth.

But it shaped opinion

that taught me.

That the presses are

a thousand times more potent

than gunpowder.

I doubt if Blair will...

quite know you.

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Well, I'll be danged.

People coming in

instead of moving out.

Fort Worth.

Ha!

Cough real hard, and you'd

blow the place down.

We had big dreams here,

till the panic hit us.

Somebody ought to welcome 'em.

That's you, sheriff.

They look old enough to vote.

Hi, there.

It's Flora Talbot.

You bring settlers

with you, Florie?

They swung off the trail

to bring me.

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Blair...

You loon.

Getting loonier every day.

Figured maybe you jumped

the fence with some jayhawk.

No, but I brought one with me.

It can't be!

But it is!

Ned Britt,

that prodigal son of mine.

Fourteen years ain't done you

a bit of good, boy.

Hey, Flora, you told me

he was good-looking.

Well, this boy is

an awful sight.

Oh, I'm prettier than you.

I guess they don't carry 'em

up around Kansas.

Oh, I was spruce enough

till Clevenger's

bunch mussed me.

One of them tried some shooting.

They were after Ned.

Stampeded the herd, and...

And a boy was killed.

Something, at last,

to hang Clevenger.

Yes, sir,

Mr. Lunsford, but...

You arrest him when

he returns, hear me?

Ned will bear witness.

There were others there too.

This is Mr. Garvin,

Ned's partner.

Glad to know you.

And Luther Wickes.

I'll make a deposition.

There you go.

Everything's gonna be

all right with Ned here.

We're not staying in

Fort Worth, Blair.

What tune are you singing?

Ben and I need a town

with enough subscribers

to support a paper.

But this is your town, Ned.

Flora, bring his partner along.

We'll show 'em.

Come along,

Mr. Garvin.

Luther, you stay here

and guard that press.

You ought to let us know

you were coming.

We'd have had brass bands

and parties galore.

I have no ties here.

Old man Brooks

went into bankruptcy

like most of the people

in the town.

Only he didn't live

to suffer from it.

And his daughter, Amy?

She moved to greener pastures.

You never heard from her, Ned?

Once.

She returned

our engagement ring.

I got it at

the Battle of Five Forks

just before Richmond fell.

Forget her, Ned.

I have.

Here you are, gents.

Drink up.

Ned...

there's the world:

Texas.

You own Texas,

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