Piggyrella Sanderson
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"The Last Oil Baron" continues...
London, 1990. Sue Ellen drove over to the nearby stables where they kept their horses and looked for her son John Ross. She looked terribly sad though she hadn´t been crying. Finally, she found her son:
"Hi John Ross! I´m glad I found you..." "Hi mum - he said, as he dismounted - . Is there any emergency?" "I need to talk to you about something, son." She held his arm and walked with him away from the stables. "John Ross, your daddy is dead - she bluntly told him. He blinked, clearly shocked. "But that´s...impossible. I talked to him a couple of days ago..." John Ross covered his face with his two hands trying to hide his tears. "I know, son. An accident happened at Southfork...and he died instantly." "I told him off the last time I talked to him..." - he said concerned. "But you couldn´t know..." Sue Ellen tried to comfort her son but he just ran away, got into his sports car and drove off.
The conference room at Barnes-Ewing Oil was crowded. Finally, Cliff Barnes arrived, followed by his secretary Jackie. He began to answer the questions of the journalists, and announced that he would keep the Ewing in the company´s name as a way to show respect to the family he had been so attached since his sister left. "I might not like J.R. Ewing, but my only nephew Christopher belongs to his family, and I want to honor him, and likewise my sister Pamela." Suddenly, someone began to applaud: "Bravo, bravo!!" Everybody turned around: It was the last person Cliff expected to see there: Jack Ewing.
At Southfork, Bobby received the call of Sheriff Washburn. He finally had the results of the ballistics testing on the gun found in J.R.´s hand. "Fenton - said Bobby right away - , I´d like to talk to you in person. May I come by in an hour?" "Ok, Bobby" - he answered. When he arrived at the police station, went directly into the sheriff´s office. "Hi Fenton. What did you find out?". "Our ballistics people confirmed that the bullet that killed your brother was shot by the gun he was holding. Considering the angle it hit him, J.R. himself was the one who caused his death, so it was a suicide." Bobby sat down and stared at the old man. "I need a favor - he said, very calmly - . I need to convince everybody that J.R.´s death was accidental, not a suicide." "Bobby, you know I can´t..." "You can and you will. You know that, if it hadn´t been for our help, you wouldn´t have been re-elected as sheriff last year." "Again, you are reminding me of the Ewings´ role in my career? Let me tell you something: I could´ve expected to hear this from J.R., but not from you." "I´m not pushing you, or threatening you, Fenton. But I will not let my family, or the world know that J.R. killed himself. Maybe he didn´t live with honor, but I can tell you he won´t be remembered as a suicidal Ewing. That´s the least we can do for him..."
To Be Continued
London, 1990. Sue Ellen drove over to the nearby stables where they kept their horses and looked for her son John Ross. She looked terribly sad though she hadn´t been crying. Finally, she found her son:
"Hi John Ross! I´m glad I found you..." "Hi mum - he said, as he dismounted - . Is there any emergency?" "I need to talk to you about something, son." She held his arm and walked with him away from the stables. "John Ross, your daddy is dead - she bluntly told him. He blinked, clearly shocked. "But that´s...impossible. I talked to him a couple of days ago..." John Ross covered his face with his two hands trying to hide his tears. "I know, son. An accident happened at Southfork...and he died instantly." "I told him off the last time I talked to him..." - he said concerned. "But you couldn´t know..." Sue Ellen tried to comfort her son but he just ran away, got into his sports car and drove off.
The conference room at Barnes-Ewing Oil was crowded. Finally, Cliff Barnes arrived, followed by his secretary Jackie. He began to answer the questions of the journalists, and announced that he would keep the Ewing in the company´s name as a way to show respect to the family he had been so attached since his sister left. "I might not like J.R. Ewing, but my only nephew Christopher belongs to his family, and I want to honor him, and likewise my sister Pamela." Suddenly, someone began to applaud: "Bravo, bravo!!" Everybody turned around: It was the last person Cliff expected to see there: Jack Ewing.
At Southfork, Bobby received the call of Sheriff Washburn. He finally had the results of the ballistics testing on the gun found in J.R.´s hand. "Fenton - said Bobby right away - , I´d like to talk to you in person. May I come by in an hour?" "Ok, Bobby" - he answered. When he arrived at the police station, went directly into the sheriff´s office. "Hi Fenton. What did you find out?". "Our ballistics people confirmed that the bullet that killed your brother was shot by the gun he was holding. Considering the angle it hit him, J.R. himself was the one who caused his death, so it was a suicide." Bobby sat down and stared at the old man. "I need a favor - he said, very calmly - . I need to convince everybody that J.R.´s death was accidental, not a suicide." "Bobby, you know I can´t..." "You can and you will. You know that, if it hadn´t been for our help, you wouldn´t have been re-elected as sheriff last year." "Again, you are reminding me of the Ewings´ role in my career? Let me tell you something: I could´ve expected to hear this from J.R., but not from you." "I´m not pushing you, or threatening you, Fenton. But I will not let my family, or the world know that J.R. killed himself. Maybe he didn´t live with honor, but I can tell you he won´t be remembered as a suicidal Ewing. That´s the least we can do for him..."
To Be Continued

