Fort Worth Page #6

"We can personally vouch

for the fact that yesterday,

"a panther was seen

sleeping at midday

"in the center

of Belknap Street,

unmolested by any of

our brave citizens."

Pretty good.

Mr. Garvin would want

to know the age and sex

of the panther.

No interest, except

to another panther.

Come on.

Let's go to press.

Now, you only have to gun Britt,

and the old one will dry up

and blow away by hisself.

Well, Britt's

in there. I seen him.

Good. Now, Mort will

plug him from the alley.

But take no chance

on him gettin' out.

When you hear Mort shoot,

you move in the front.

Where are you going?

To church, if I can find one.

'Cause I want to be someplace

where I don't know

a thing about this.

Outside papers

will start digging.

And them newsies

stick together like sorghum.

Fix yourself a libation,

Mr. Garvin.

That's real Kentucky.

Uh, it's still

working hours for me.

An interview?

Sort of.

Why do you want this town

on the rocks, Mr. Lunsford?

Me?

You've been puffing locoweed.

The Lewis ranch,

this section here,

6,000 acres over there,

and right here in town...

this and this and this

and this whole block here...

all under option

to Blair Lunsford.

I don't suppose

you have any idea

where I could raise the money

to pick up those options.

Not yet.

No, I didn't think so.

But only a fool would buy 'em

unless'n he thought

Fort Worth had a future.

You're no fool.

Thanks.

Other hand...

anyone owned as much

of the county as you do

wouldn't let Gabe

Clevenger terrorize it

unless'n it suited his purposes.

What do you want me to do?

Take the law in my own hands?

We've got a sheriff...

[SCOFFS]

Scared of his own shadow.

Now you've said something.

You know what they

call you, Mr. Lunsford?

"Mr. Fort Worth."

Seems to me

Mr. Fort Worth

could get himself

a good law enforcement officer.

If he wanted one.

All right, mister.

You asked for information.

I'll give it to you.

Sure, I bought up

all the property I could.

I love this town,

Mr. Garvin.

I've got faith in it.

But there are others

who live here besides me.

I've got one vote,

and that's all I want.

I'm one citizen.

Just because I own more

property than the next fellow,

I don't ask for any more rights

or any more privileges.

What are you doing here?!

Well, ain't you gonna ask me in?

I wouldn't ask you

into a hog wallow.

You'd dirty it up.

Uh, you've got no call to take

that attitude toward me.

You neither,

Mr. Garvin.

And don't let him fill

your paper with his spleen.

I appeal to you,

Mr. Lunsford,

to stop pounding me

out of my rightful living.

To stop your unholy persecutin'.

Heh. Never saw

so many martyrs.

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