Welcome to Texas, where everything is bigger. Especially the schemes and plots of what we like to call "outlaws".
Of course to combat those who recklessly ignore the laws of civilization, we made an organization dedicated to keepin' law and order in these parts. You can call them whatcha like, but I like to call 'em the Rangers. The Texas Rangers.
Anyway, let me tell y'a little story 'bout the biggest caper the Rangers ever did face. This here's the truth. Pull up a chair, get some grub, and listen to a story I call "Showdown."
Prelude - Night 0
Night was falling on Texas. Three coaches rode along in the dusk.
A well-distinguished businessman shouted at the coachman, "Let's get a move-on! We're moving at a snail's pace."
The coachman, a tall sturdy man, grimaced. "You can't ride here at night! Outlaws are bound to be anywhere." he shouted, obviously anooyed.
"Where are we heading to? I don't see hide nor hair of a town..." One of the Texas Rangers looked around as he asked the question.
"Don't matter. We'll stop here for the night," said the coachman.
The three coaches stopped, and they sat up camp quickly. They were all tired, especially the elder Ranger. He laid over on the edge of camp, and prepared to get a good-night's sleep.
He never woke up.
A Texas Ranger has been killed!
The cavalryman was the one who found him the next morning. He called the camp together.
"We've got a killer in our midst. There's only one way to settle this, since we're 200 miles to the nearest town. We'll have to duel."
Of course to combat those who recklessly ignore the laws of civilization, we made an organization dedicated to keepin' law and order in these parts. You can call them whatcha like, but I like to call 'em the Rangers. The Texas Rangers.
Anyway, let me tell y'a little story 'bout the biggest caper the Rangers ever did face. This here's the truth. Pull up a chair, get some grub, and listen to a story I call "Showdown."
Prelude - Night 0
Night was falling on Texas. Three coaches rode along in the dusk.
A well-distinguished businessman shouted at the coachman, "Let's get a move-on! We're moving at a snail's pace."
The coachman, a tall sturdy man, grimaced. "You can't ride here at night! Outlaws are bound to be anywhere." he shouted, obviously anooyed.
"Where are we heading to? I don't see hide nor hair of a town..." One of the Texas Rangers looked around as he asked the question.
"Don't matter. We'll stop here for the night," said the coachman.
The three coaches stopped, and they sat up camp quickly. They were all tired, especially the elder Ranger. He laid over on the edge of camp, and prepared to get a good-night's sleep.
He never woke up.
A Texas Ranger has been killed!
Spoiler :
He was Town!
The cavalryman was the one who found him the next morning. He called the camp together.
"We've got a killer in our midst. There's only one way to settle this, since we're 200 miles to the nearest town. We'll have to duel."