Fort Worth Page #4

and you can buy the rest.

And here...

right here,

is where all its treasures

are gonna crisscross,

going east and west,

and north and south: Fort Worth.

Gents, you are standing on

the hub of the nation right now.

Uh... Your axle's

busted.

Well, you're dead right.

Mice are starving in this town.

My creditors look like

an army roll call.

But I'm giving it

to you dark, boys.

You see, Mr. Garvin,

I don't want anybody

who's looking for

a ready-made paradise.

I know Ned's courage.

I envied him out there,

fighting the battles.

You did your part.

We'd have starved

without you and your kind.

Let's be level, Ned.

They paid for my beef.

Oh, I put my head

on a block right enough...

running the gulf

and through the lines.

But when the war ended,

I had a small fortune.

That came without asking.

Well, I didn't think much

about it until it was all over.

And then I saw what I could do.

Bring the railroad in

and make this the richest

county in the state.

Unfortunately, the railway

company wasn't impressed.

"What have you got to

freight?" they said.

And Blair said, "Cattle.

We'll build a packing plant

and ship it all the way

from Fort Worth."

That's a great idea.

Is it, Ned?

Every cent I own is sunk in it.

An empty packing plant

big enough for Kansas City

right out there

on the outskirts of town.

Panic stopped

the railroad from coming in.

Why not haul to Dallas,

ship from there?

That's the remark

of a foreigner, Mr. Garvin.

Even if Dallas

wasn't cotton and industry,

we still wouldn't make 'em

a gift of our cattle business.

Oh, we'll do all right,

once we break

Clevenger's terrorizing.

He knows he'll have

no trail-driving contracts

once we get rails.

He keeps the panic going,

but we'll beat him.

Ned pulling double with me...

we can beat a dozen Clevengers.

And with your paper,

put some fat on the bones

of this town.

Enough to guarantee the freight

to bring the railroad to us.

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We'll make our noise

heard across the state.

We'll get us

our own governor in Austin.

You, Mr. Lunsford?

[CHUCKLES]

BLAIR:

Why not?

But I'll need your paper.

And I'll need your guns, Ned.

The whole suffering

county needs 'em.

Don't look, Blair.

He never wears them.

What?

What have they done to you, Ned?

Flora will tell you.

Come on, Ben.

Yes, go on.

Go as far south and west

as you like, Ned.

And I hope you hear the beating

of the hoofs of cattle

in your sleep.

I'd just as leave

set up shop here

if I didn't have a partner.

GARVIN:

Me.

And a penny newspaper.

Sounds cheap, don't it?

But a penny newspaper

can make or break

the millionaire's

dollar power on Earth,

turn the beam

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