Justice Page #3

Tell me.

Men say before the war, Pierce

made his money as a slave trader.

When the war started, many headed

east, but he stayed behind.

Bought himself

a position of power in town.

He hired Reb and his band of

ex-Confederate soldiers as enforcers,

and bullied his way

into the Mayor's office.

How would he be able to get

away with something like that?

Who could stop him?

This is a small town,

Marshal.

Anyone with any influence,

he hired.

When the war ended, people

came back, and the town grew.

Reb brought some

of his mercenaries to town

and that's when

things got real bad.

Anyone who stood up to Reb

or the Mayor, disappeared.

Your brother

wasn't the first.

Well, I don't buy for a minute that

he got drunk and tipped over a lamp.

No, something

happened to him.

I'm not leaving

until I figure out what.

This was your brother's.

After the fire,

I found it in the embers.

JAMES:
I remember

this day.

(CHUCKLING)

We hated standing still

for so long.

Our mother.

Long time ago.

Her wedding ring.

She didn't want

to be buried with it.

She wanted one of us to have

it for when the time comes.

It's beautiful.

JAMES:
"Journal."

Did either of you

know he kept this?

No, I didn't.

Well, it's getting late. I think

I'll be calling it an evening.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night.

Good night, James.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Is she okay?

It's been tough.

Her husband was

killed in Antietam.

Shortly after,

she lost her son,

my grandson,

to diphtheria.

Sorry to hear that.

She's getting on, though.

A little better every day.

JAMES:
Let's see what you have

to tell me, little brother.

THOMAS". The West. A land

full of promise for many.

For me,

it is the land of destiny.

Though I left a good life

full of potential,

God's calling was stronger.

I am convinced that the Mayor

is behind all of this.

Our community has been

without any form of law

for more than a few years.

Melissa Collins came by

just after the Reb incident.

Such a lovely girl.

I followed the Mayor to an abandoned

mine, filled with weapons.

I drew a map to the location.

BUFORD:
Reb ain't gonna wanna hear that

you ain't got the money today, boy.

Like I said, sir, things

have been slow lately.

Mmm-hmm.

A couple of

Army officers asked

if I can tend

to their horses next week,

and maybe fix a few things.

BUFORD:
Next week...

But that ain't gonna

solve the problem

that we have here today,

now, is it?

Put the gun down,

and tell me what's going on.

WHITEY:
Business.

And it ain't none of yours.

Makin' it mine.

We know who you are.

You better learn

yourself who we are.

You're gonna pay

these men when you can?

Yes, sir.

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