Terror in a Texas Town Page #2

Feel it.

- It's oil.

- The ground is filled with oil.

It makes us rich. All of us.

Now I know why Mr. McNeil comes to town.

He don't want our land. He want our oil.

It comes close to the top of the ground.

I catch a bucketful

every four or five minutes.

We have to tell everybody about it.

We must stop Mr. Brady before he sells out.

We have to stop everybody.

I go to Mr. Holmes.

Better you go to Mr. Brady and Mr. Johnson.

- How rich can you be from oil?

- As rich as gold.

Papa!

- Somebody's coming, Papa.

- Who is coming?

The man who came to town yesterday.

The Mr. McNeil.

The one Mr. Holmes told us about.

If he comes here,

he comes to see me, not you.

So you two go home.

It is better we should be together, amigo.

This man carries two guns.

Then we have two reasons

for you to go home, not one.

Go.

But what are friends for?

It's too late.

It's better we go into the shed.

Pepe, come in.

Come.

Inside.

And I stand at the side of my friend.

A man will talk more when he's alone

with another man, than when he's with two.

We need to learn from this man.

You are a good friend.

Stay in the shed and listen.

Your name Hansen?

Ja.

Sven Hansen.

You read English, don't you?

Maybe better than you read Swedish.

Good.

Read this.

Then sign it.

I don't know you.

I don't want your paper.

I guess that means

you and I are gonna have a little trouble.

Because if you don't sign that paper,

I'm going to have to kill you.

Get off my land.

What are you doing with that?

I don't know.

Is it true, what Pepe says

about senor Hansen?

It is true.

We stay out of this thing.

Stay out of it, Rosa?

How can we?

He was our friend.

No.

One cannot stay out of things

when a friend has been killed.

We must tell what we saw.

Tell what we saw?

Senor Brady's house

has been burned down.

Senor Hansen is killed.

What happens next, we do not know.

But this I do know.

Your friend is dead and cannot be helped.

This child that comes is alive

and can be helped.

You will say nothing

about what you have seen.

You will tell no one.

This child will be born in peace.

In peace, amarme.

Here we are, partner.

Coming into Prairie City.

Just another name

for God's own free country.

Honey...

What fun do you get out of just

sitting around here all day playing cards?

Gives me something to think about.

You're losing your nerve.

I can tell.

Something's eating at you.

You're crazy.

You've already done the job you came to do.

It isn't safe to stay around here like this.

I want you to get out of this state.

Deal.

What'll it be, mister?

They tell me I can get a wagon here,

with a horse.

How long will you be holding it?

How long?

I don't know.

I'm just going out to the Hansen farm.

- The Hansen farm?

- Ja.

What would you be doing out there?

I'm going to see my father, Sven Hansen.

Your father?

I think maybe you better

go see the sheriff, mister.

The sheriff?

Sheriff Stoner, across the street.

Why?

I don't know.

Just think you'd better, that's all.

Is he in trouble?

He's dead.

Buy you a drink.

No.

Did you know him?

Not very well.

Not very long.

But you did know him.

Yeah.

How did he die?

Come on. Sit down and I'll tell you about it.

This is Molly. My name's Johnny Crale.

My name is George Hansen, Mrs. Crale.

Sit down.

I would like to know. How did he die?

Somebody shot him.

Why would anyone shoot a man

like my father?

Maybe he had a disagreement with them.

Maybe your father had something

the other man wanted.

When did this happen?

Let me see. Tuesday... Three days ago.

Nobody seems to know how it happened.

They just found him shot in the head.

The sheriff had an inquest,

but no witnesses.

What is this for a country,

where a man is killed...

and nobody knows anything,

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...

but that land is under

a No Trespass order from the court.

You put one foot on that property

and I'll have to put you in jail.

The law says this, too?

That's right.

If the law made a mistake,

you have the right to hire an attorney.

He'll see to it that you get justice.

You're not in some foreign country now,

where a man has no rights at all.

You've got to understand that.

You've got a right to justice.

And you'll get it.

I think I do begin to understand.

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