Rudy: You the one that called? Don: Yeah. Hi there. I'm Don. Rudy: Climb on over. Ever been out here before? Don: Nope. It's beautiful. Rudy: You ever been on a ranch before? Don: Yeah, when I was a kid, at camp. How, uh- how many acres do you have, Rudy? Rudy: Well, you wouldn't want to have to walk your way outta here. That's for sure. Come on up and meet my new neighbors. Don: Aw. No. Aw, geez. When did all this happen? Rudy: Last couple of years. Local rancher lost control of the land. Banks took it and sold it to real estate speculators. Don: What the hell happened over there? Rudy: Meth freaks. Don: Out here? Rudy: They find a quiet little place, start cookin'- till somethin' blows up or burns down. Don: Wow. Rudy: Past year and a half, I've had two bodies dumped on my land. Don: Dead bodies? Rudy: One of'em was rolled up in this nice-lookin' carpet. Scared the shit out of my foreman. They dump dead dogs and cats and all other sorts of garbage on my land. Seems like I spend half my time just defendin' the place. I gotta go to court next week to fight off some private corporation from Denver wants to build a toll road across my land. Eminent domain, my ass. They got another word for it-robbery. You wanna open that up for me? |