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These are the journals of Darian Manbert, Captain, Fugitive Retrieval

.D.

2193.

My captain had come to this remote place on a hunch.

He was looking for a fugitive named Ignatio Sanchez.

Captain, my database contains no verifiable grounds for the credibility

hunch. It is defined as only an unsubstantiated premonition or

One of those human things, Selma. You wouldn't understand it.

People have an instinctive need to seek out their roots, to return to their

beginning.

An impulse as old as time.

Could you tell me how to get to Sonora Wells?

Never heard of it.

County record says it's close by.

I said there ain't no Sonora Wells around here, stranger.

Maybe you ought to get back on the road and keep moving.

Maybe I'll stick around.

Wouldn't be a good idea.

Somebody might mess with that nice bike of yours.

This town's kind of funny about strangers.

I'm not a stranger.

I'm just somebody you haven't met yet.

It began in the future.

A time machine called Trax.

Criminals who vanish.

And a lawman who must pursue into the past.

Now he is among us.

A special breed of man.

He has one weapon and a computer named Selma. Good morning, Captain Lambert.

With her, he will travel through our world, searching for fugitives from his

own.

Knowing he cannot go home until he has found them all

His

name is Darian Lambert and this

is his story

Hello? I was wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for Sonora Wells.

Sonora Wells. It's supposed to be in this area?

Can't rightly say I ever heard of it.

That's a Cubs hat, ain't it?

I love the Cubs.

My aunt took me to Wrigley Field one time.

Look.

Oh, that's just great.

I'm Eddie.

I'm Darian.

So, you want a bowl of chili or something?

No, I'm just looking for directions to Sonora Wells.

You know where it is?

Uh, where what is?

Sonora Wells, Eddie.

Guess I never heard of no place like that around here.

How about a couple named Sanchez?

No.

old doctor.

That's him, Mr. Docker.

The one asking about Sonora Wells and the Sanchez's.

Well, let's see how the sheriff handles them.

Sorry, I just can't place no Sonora Wells around here.

Funny postal records say it's in this mailing area. Oh, that don't mean much.

Drifters come through here, work at Grubsteak for a while, give it some name

other, and then move on.

How about the name Sanchez?

That mean anything to you? It's an older couple.

Can't say it does.

That's funny, too. County Computer lists a homestead document in their name in

Sonora Wells.

Said to check local records for the exact location.

How come you're looking for these people?

You a tax collector or something?

No. But I'm beginning to feel like one.

You do have local records.

Oh, sure do.

Right in there.

Do you mind if I have a look at them?

Not at all, son.

But we don't have no fancy computer like County does.

It's going to take hours to go through those old books.

I'm a fast reader.

These legends go back 30 years.

Well, I'll be inside if you need me.

Someone scan for any mention of Sanchez.

Negative, Captain.

Bingo, Selma? Is that not a slang exclamation frequently uttered upon a

of success?

It certainly is.

Sanchez. Quit claim deed, Caliente County.

Homestead plot, a .k .a. Sonora Wells, recorded August 21st, 1991.

Now, why would the Sanchezes quit claim land they never claimed in the first

place? Yeah, you know, I think I do remember a couple by that name. I do.

I'm Bert Docker.

Lambert. Darian Lambert.

Yeah, a Mex and his woman. If I recall, they worked a stake here for a while,

came into town a couple of times. They're well dried up. That was it. They

back to Mexico.

Are you sure they left?

Well, I figure that quit claim you got there pretty much tells you that.

Do you know where their stake was?

No, sir. No idea.

I never really got to know them much.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Lambert.

It seems you came all the way down here for nothing.

Black is leaving.

You want full service or self -service?

Full start, I reckon.

Four miles south on 115.

Right at the first dirt road, half a mile.

Left at the fork.

It'll be five dollars.

That ain't the weight of the inner thing.

Hot day, ain't it, Uncle Bert?

This well isn't dry, Selma.

Scan for amino acids.

Present.

It's a grave, Selma. Give me an X -ray scan.

There are bodies, Captain.

Term of decomposition approximately two years, four months.

Bone structure indicates Native American Spanish.

One male, one female.

Foreign objects, seven silver fillings, two gold wedding bands, five .38 caliber

lead projectiles, chest, stomach, and groin placement. That's enough.

File the rest.

I've got the picture.

Captain, there's a third corpse.

Also Native American Spanish.

Bone mass is denser, indicative of late 21st century evolution.

Ignacio Sanchez.

A fugitive was here.

Murdered with his ancestors.

Fugitive deceased, Captain. Case closed.

No, it's not, Selma.

But, Captain... This case is just beginning.

It's a human thing. You wouldn't understand.

They must have forged the quick -claim deeds.

Cover the murder.

Captain, you have no direct evidence linking the townspeople to the crowd.

It's called another hunch, Selma.

A very strong hunch.

Lambert. He might have had a motorcycle accident or something.

A couple cold beers, Eddie.

Man asks for cold beer, Eddie.

Worried about that new friend of yours, Eddie.

That one asking all those questions about Sonora Wells.

That swell fella.

Your baseball buddy.

Hey, my cub's bad.

Home run, Eddie.

Don't laugh.

Ever occur to you he might have had a reason for asking about Sonora Wells?

Why the hell else would he be asking about Sonora Wells?

It ain't exactly a tourist attraction.

He didn't have to do that.

time I'll bust it up for firewood.

You figuring on killing every stranger who comes through here asking about

Sonora Wells?

Is that what it's going to come to? Oh, Zach, come on, come on. You're talking

crazy.

Nobody's killed anybody.

What are you planning to do, Captain?

Visual mode, Selma.

Get my bike hauled in and fixed.

And then?

Sell a score.

Would you like me to keep you company on your walk?

Is it not one of those human things that people do to be emotionally supportive?

It is, Selma.

Shall we sing?

Sing?

Perhaps it will lift your spirit. My data banks indicate that down through

history, men marching into battle frequently sing to... Fine.

If you want to sing, sing.

Very well. Perhaps a western tune might be geographically appropriate.

There's a yellow rose in Texas that I am gonna see.

No other fellow, not her, nobody, only me.

On second thought, someone lose the signal.

I need some road service, Sue Leo.

I wrecked my bike in a ravine out by some Norwells.

They did this, didn't they?

Luckily, you've got the tools to fix it.

How bad is it?

I need some welding done, a new tire, and probably a new clutch cable.

Excuse me, Sue Leo.

I thought you left.

I came back.

Where's your bike? I don't see it.

It got out from under me.

Yeah, you know, real interesting, ain't it? The way those things just seem to

happen in these parts.

Another interesting thing about these parts, being so close to the border and

all, there don't seem to be any Mexicans around.

Well, they're not well -liked here, Mr. Lambert. Folks here,

Feel they're lazy and lacking in character.

The way they sneak into our fine country and live off our prosperity.

Folks here.

You mean here in Texas or just here in Docker Flats?

Or were you just speaking for yourself?

Oh, and by the way, I made it out to the Sanchez homestead.

Well, it wasn't dry after all.

And I found some flowers growing out there on what looked like...

A grave.

It's a big one, too.

It's big enough to hold three bodies.

Three bodies?

Three?

Well, that is quite an extraordinary conclusion to reach from a few flowers.

Call it intuition.

No, I'd call it a lot more than that.

Zulio? Time to lock up the station and head back to the ranch.

You are a very interesting man, Mr. Lander.

Old town.

You shouldn't even be seen talking to me, Celia.

Get inside and close the door. Do it. Get inside and close the door. Climb

my face. Climb.

This one looks real good.

Looks like they're getting together a hunting party, Selma.

Well, Mr.

Lambert, you got yourself in a whole heap of trouble.

Now, they're out there just waiting for nightfall.

Now, if I was you, I'd steal a car.

Like mine.

Sitting out back.

I'm going down to the bar and grill.

Get my tip sandwich.

You're going to step out that door and take off.

They'll know that you helped me.

But they'll never know for sure.

I'll tell them you must have hot -wired it. And I can show them I didn't give

you my car keys.

Because I still got them.

They're never going to believe you.

Well, maybe not completely.

But they ain't going to kill me neither.

Could start big trouble for Docker.

I'd be going now.

You take care of your hair.

Thanks. I'll be back.

Yeah, I figured that.

Am I...

Correct in assessing that man's behavior as one of those human things I wouldn't

understand. You are?

Should I file it under dignity, principle, ethics, redemption, courage,

-respect, or bravery?

All the above.

How about a bowl of chili, Eddie?

Yes, sir.

Cubs win today.

Uh, yeah. They won 6 -4.

Who pitched?

Uh, Coulson started and Jackson relieved.

Stranger says we ain't met yet.

But he's wrong.

We met in the desert today.

And he practically ran me off the road with his damn motorcycle.

And he wrecked my truck.

A man ought to apologize for a thing like that.

I'd gladly apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused you.

Well, that fella really.

Too much salt's not good for him.

Eat it.

I don't see how I could.

I said, eat it.

If we were right here, I could watch him.

Pick him up.

That was really something, what you did to Billy.

I ain't seen nothing like that in my life.

Doesn't mean a thing, Eddie.

Because it's still six to one.

I still have no way out of here.

And they're still coming for me at nightfall.

Tell me what happened out at Sonora Wells.

I have to know what I'm up against.

It's the only chance I've got.

You got three lives on your consciences now.

You want to make it four?

Huh?

Pretty soon it'll be five.

And then six.

Is that what you want to live with for the rest of your life?

No, sir, I don't.

I'll tell you.

Best I can.

I'm tired of carrying it around inside me anyway.

It was like Docker never seemed to mind the Sanchet couple being Mexican until a

distant relative of theirs showed up, a fella named Ignacio.

They'd never met him, but they took him in because he was kin.

There was something about Ignacio Docker didn't like.

Because after Ignacio showed up,

Docker started bad -mouthing Mexicans and stirring up hating folk.

Which ain't hard to do around here.

One night, Docker got us all drinking and... I

ain't proud of this, Darian.

He got us all pumped up to go out and harass the Mexicans.

We were going to scare them off their land.

When we got there...

Doctor

pulled out a gun and started shooting.

down in cold blood.

Ignacio dived out of sight behind the house and the doctor took off after him.

All of a sudden, colors started flashing back there, like someone was using a

flare gun or something.

I ran around the house and thought, this sounds crazy.

Ignacio...

was shooting at Docker with what looked like a Roman candle or something.

This tube that shot streaks of color.

And when Docker ran out of bullets, he pulled out one of them tubes, too.

Docker got off a shot that knocked Ignacio down.

I could swear Ignacio turned green for a minute.

Docker reloaded his pistol and killed Ignacio with a bullet.

He told us to get shovels from his truck and bury the body.

Because if this ever got out, we'd all be in trouble.

You know, I figured Docker had his own reasons for wanting Ignacio dead.

And he stirred up this town. to help him do it.

Docker had it all figured out from the beginning.

He even had the shovels in his truck.

That's quite a story.

Ignatio must have figured out Docker was a fugitive and was blackmailing him.

They probably heard there was a cop back here looking for them.

All Ignatio had to do was place an ad and Docker be finished.

Wouldn't that work both ways, Captain?

Ignatio had nothing to lose.

Docker has this little kingdom.

My guess is he knows who I am.

Billy, you and Lester are going to take the back side.

Tom,

you're going to take the east end of the street.

Hogan, you're going to take the west.

It's going to be dark soon.

Okay, he's in the bar and grill.

Loco, stand by the post and don't let anybody come up this road.

Schematic projection mode. Triangulate adversary's position.

Two males, 135 degrees, 75 meters.

Male, 117 degrees, 90 meters.

Male, 202 degrees, 52 meters. Two males, 278 degrees, 45 meters.

I'll never be able to get them all with my MPPT's range.

Let's go.

Male, 135 degrees, advancing, 75 meters, 74, 73.

There's somebody else.

Female, 250 degrees, 35 meters, and closing.

No, no, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

What you doing? I don't know, but I don't want her getting hurt Have

a

coffee

Eddie

Uncle Bert won't make no move long as I'm in here.

I dug your bike out of that ravine, put it in running order.

It's in the garage at the station. Ready to go.

Getting late.

I'd better be heading on home.

Heading home?

This man's trying to save our town and you're going to walk out on him?

What kind of man are you?

Not much of one anymore, I'll tell you the truth.

And even if I was, what difference would it make?

I ain't even carrying my gun.

Well, none of us are.

And the odds against this fella are six to one.

62. 623.

64.

What the hell?

6 to 5.

I did what you told me the first time, but not this time.

This time I'll throw it in good and proper.

Men like you don't come around every day.

What's going on? What the hell's docker waiting for?

in there.

Damn. Docker know that? I don't know, but you better go in and get her out.

be hell to pay from Docker if she gets hurt. Come on, Lester.

Be careful. Right there.

what the hell is she doing in there go get a closer look

she's

leaving

Hot night, ain't it, Uncle Bert?

Don't move, Tom.

Drop it, Hogan.

Or I'll drop you where you stand.

I'm going in with you, Darian.

No, it's my job.

I'm a cop.

Hell of a thing you did, doctor, killing those people.

It was Ignacio and me. The others were just collateral damage.

Is that what you call killing innocent people? Collateral damage?

You know, I heard about you.

The cop who came back.

You mean I'm famous?

No, I mean you're dead.

You think this little uprising is going to mean anything?

The minute I walk out on the street, they'll just all fall back into line.

be business as usual.

sending me back?

No.

You're going to have to stick around and face your collateral damage.

Give me the other hand.

Thanks.

Can't tell you what it means to have our town back.

Just hold on to it.

You're really something, Darian.

You too, kid.

No, it's yours.

It's a very old hat.

So you take good care of it.

You gonna be okay?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Where you come from, anyway?

Washington.

City of state?

City.

Washington City.

I must get lonely being such a long way from home.

Never come back this way again.

You'll be getting full of cerebral, I reckon.

I've got great courage.

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