Terror in a Texas Town Page #4

nobody does anything?

It's the kind of country it is. Things like that

happen around here all the time.

Isn't that true, Molly?

Sure. All the time.

Did they bury him?

Did anybody bother to give him a funeral?

That's one thing

you can always be sure of here.

I've not seen him...

since 19 years ago.

We were buying the farm together.

After every voyage,

I would send him a few dollars.

All these years, I'd dream...

of leaving the sea and having a home.

Now...

I don't know.

Thank you, sir, very much.

Good-bye, ma'am.

Where are you going?

I must see the sheriff.

That's a very good idea.

I'd lodge a strong complaint, if I were you.

You can leave it there. It'll be safe.

Thank you.

Now aren't you glad we stayed around?

That's more business.

He doesn't look too easy to me.

Nothing looks easy to you.

You know why?

It's because you're so easy.

Deal.

Yes, sir. What can I do for you?

My name is George Hansen.

I'm the son of Sven Hansen.

Come on, Willie.

You better get back in there.

Willie's here most of the time.

- Has someone told you about your father?

- Yes.

I didn't know Hansen had any relatives.

- Who killed him?

- We don't know.

There weren't any witnesses.

He was just found lying in the yard, dead.

Isn't it your job to find out who killed him?

- Yes, of course.

- Then find out.

Just a minute.

We had an inquest

and there weren't any witnesses.

If the killer is still in these parts,

we'll find him.

If not, he's probably left the state

and there's nothing I can do about it.

How far is it to my father's place?

Are you...

figuring on going out there?

Of course. It belongs to me now.

I wouldn't be too sure about that,

if I were you, young fella.

The law here may be different

than where you come from.

I have a letter from my father.

It says here that...

It says the place is mine.

It says the place is mine.

It's in Swedish.

Ja.

I don't think a letter like that'll

hold up in a court of law.

It also says there is a will.

A will filed in the court of records,

in the city of Austin.

It says the place belongs to me.

The land didn't belong to him,

so it can't belong to you.

I know how you feel.

You're a stranger here.

I don't want you to get into any trouble.

Trouble?

How can I get in trouble

claiming what is mine?

You're afraid I will be killed.

If I'm killed, you'll have to find out

who did it. That is your job.

Listen. No foreigner's gonna

come in here and tell me how to run my job.

You understand that?

Ja.

I understand.

Where you staying? The hotel?

No.

I am staying in my own room.

In my own house, on my own land.

And nobody better try to move me.

I'm mighty sorry to have to tell you this...

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