Old West Forgotten, Part One

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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.

Get your tickets HERE.

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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 One, then reserve your tickets for the Texas premiere of DOE.


Old West Forgotten, Part One

Ugh. My head. What happened?

I got up, looked around. Where was I? Crossroads by an old, dead tree. Somewhere…. Somewhere I didn’t know. How did I get here? That I didn’t know either. What was I doing here… who was I?

Damn. Who was I? Who was I? That was a real problem. I had no idea. Dusty, worn boots on my feet, leather. Sweaty cotton shirt. Good thing I woke up before the sun reached its peak or I would have had some serious sunstroke. As it was, my skin felt raw, burnt. This tree offered little shade. I pulled down my Stetson and headed toward the crossroads. 

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Which way to go? Any guess was as good as the others.  I pulled out my colt and opened the chamber, three bullets in, three empties. I loaded the gun and selected one way, by the compass, west. West is always a good direction, a direction for adventure. The gun in its holster, I started down a path to something, maybe someone who could tell me who I was.

I made good time, so whatever knocked me out hadn’t done any permanent damage to anything but my mind. I searched my thoughts for any memory I had, who I was, where I was born, what I was doing here. How could I remember nothing?

As the sun reached its high point, I found some shade from a crumbling mesa. My stomach was killing me. I might ask myself when the last time was I ate, but of course, I wouldn’t remember. As if by the power of providence, I heard a scamper to my left. Gun drawn, shot fired, and a black-tailed jack rabbit dropped mid-leap. I skinned the critter and cooked it up, I would have to make more ground tomorrow. Maybe the night would bring back my memory. So far all I knew was that I had put a lot of miles on these boots and I was a good shot.

Which way to go? Any guess was as good as the others.  I pulled out my colt and opened the chamber, three bullets in, three empties. I loaded the gun and selected one way, by the compass, west. West is always a good direction, a direction for adventure. The gun in its holster, I started down a path to something, maybe someone who could tell me who I was.

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I made good time, so whatever knocked me out hadn’t done any permanent damage to anything but my mind. I searched my thoughts for any memory I had, who I was, where I was born, what I was doing here. How could I remember nothing?

As the sun reached its high point, I found some shade from a crumbling mesa. My stomach was killing me. I might ask myself when the last time was I ate, but of course, I wouldn’t remember. As if by the power of providence, I heard a scamper to my left. Gun drawn, shot fired, and a black-tailed jack rabbit dropped mid-leap. I skinned the critter and cooked it up, I would have to make more ground tomorrow. Maybe the night would bring back my memory. So far all I knew was that I had put a lot of miles on these boots and I was a good shot.


Read Part Two HERE! Then get your tickets for the Texas premiere of DOE, Wednesday, October 17 (7:30PM) at Flix Brewhouse.

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