Old West Forgotten, Part Three

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Other Worlds Austin presents the Texas premiere of DOE, Wednesday, October 17 (7:30PM) at Flix Brewhouse as the last film in OWA’s 2018 Orbiter Screening Series. Director Justin Foia will be in attendance and will do a Q&A after the film.

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In this thriller, a man (Timothy Davis) wakes up with no memory of his past but the ability to speak dozens of languages fluently. After starting a family with his new wife Rachel (Tatyana Ali), he uncovers a startling clue about his former self, and with the aid of his private detective brother-in-law (Mathew St. Patrick) he will race against time to discover his true identity and the clandestine villain (Mira Sorvino) responsible.

Other Worlds Founder and Artistic Director Bears Rebecca Fonté spins a tale of amnesia set in the Old West. Enjoy Part Three, then reserve your tickets for the Texas premiere of DOE.


Old West Forgotten, Part Three


Read Part One Here.

Read Part Two Here.

Over the next few days I got settled into the town and my job. Mostly it was keeping the most drunk of the town from accidentally killing each other. I also got settled into the 2nd finest room at the hotel, leaving the suite open for any potential passer-through. But no one seemed to be passing through Bishop’s City and as I talked with Daisy I learned why. About a month ago, a group of bandits had come through Farrow’s Pass, a town about 30 miles west, and killed every man, woman and child in town. A traveler said they hadn’t taken anything of value, just left it a ghost town, or rather, a corpse town. 

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A few courageous townsfolk from Bishop’s City had ridden out to Farrow’s Pass and returned with gold chains and change taken from the dead left rotting in the streets. But Farrow’s Pass wasn’t the first town to fall victim to what have been the Night Bandits. A couple days after the massacre, a miner on his way home from California said he had heard of three other towns west of here that had met the same fate. That was when the men and women of Bishop’s City wrote to Santa Fe requesting a new Sheriff… and I arrived.

I never told Daisy I had no memory of receiving this assignment, or really anything prior to walking into town. I may have been jumped by these same bandits, or at least some other criminal, and had my memories knocked out of my head. That would explain why I didn’t have a horse, something I rectified in the days after my arrival. 

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I took to patrolling a two-mile perimeter around Bishop’s City daily, looking for any sign of the Night Bandits. Any visitor to town was immediately sent to me for questioning in case they had heard anything and in case, though I never revealed it, in case they recognized me.

I spent the evening in the saloon until I realized Daisy never ventured in there unless she had some business with Russell, where upon I spent my evenings in the hotel parlor. Although there was no liquor, Daisy made some fierce sweet tea and the conversation was certainly better. 

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“I’m worried about Jack” she confessed to me one night. Jack was her brother.

“Why?” I asked, rolling a cigarette. 

“He wants to go look for father, and one of these days, he might just run off to do it.”

“He won’t get far, I’d find him.”

“But what if you are handling something else?”

“I’d drop everything if I could be of some service to you.”

“Why Sheriff Keller, I do believe you would,” she blushed. Keller was what they called me, because that’s what had been in the letter they had received from Santa Fe.  Fortunately, someone had mentioned that before I accidentally referred to myself by something else. As far as a first name, I had to supply myself. Emmanuel, after a random page I had opened in the Bible.

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The Bible – that was an interesting book. One of the few I had found in the hotel, that, Tales from Shakespeare, Ivanhoe, and a peculiar fictional science novel called ‘Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus.’ This last one was particularly fascinating because the hero, or villain, depending on how you interpreted the book, found himself much in a similar circumstance as myself – he had no idea who he was or how he got there.

But the Bible was full of stories that seemed strangely familiar, like I had read them before, only of course I had no memory of doing so.

I lit my cigarette and Daisy came and sat in the chair just across from me. Her father had forbidden her to smoke but she seemed to take to it when I offered her to share mine. I must admit, watching her stare out into the night sky lost in her thoughts was the best part of my day.

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“Garrison O’Rourke asked me to marry him again,” she confided in me.

“I suspect most of the town has,” I laughed.

“He’s different. He had a wife. He used to beat her if she left the house.”

“What happened?”

“She died.”

I didn’t ask any more questions about that. “What about Russell?” I asked. “He seems like a good guy.”

She passed me back her cigarette. I could taste her lipstick on the end.

She stood up, “I don’t need a good guy.”  She walked to the stairs up to the guest rooms. I guess that was it for the night’s conversation. Then she stopped, and turned back to me. “You don’t seem fully good.”

We made love that night in my guest room. It was her first time. It might have been my first time for all I knew but my body did seem to know what it was doing. As she slept in my arms, I watched the clouds make the moonlight dance across her cheeks. I couldn’t remember a better night in my life.


Read Part Three of Old West Forgotten here. Then, get your tickets for the Texas premiere of DOE, Wednesday, October 17 (7:30PM) at Flix Brewhouse.

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