The Texas Treasure Tragedy, Part Iv

*** Chris put down the bundle slowly, his eyes wide with great disbelief. A tale like this, who would’ve thought… and who would ever believe? He looked down at the many stacks, and did a quick skin-read of them: Tales of the frontier spanning from the cowboy days up to nineteen ten. His great-great grandpa’s work, all before him, the tales of hundreds of real lives, that was what he’d dedicated his life too, making sure nothing more was lost to time. When Chris closed the crate he saw two words, painted atop in faded old tones, it said simply ‘New Alexandria,’ the reason he’d written these tomes. He knew right then this had to be saved, but academics would only laugh at him. The story was crazy, but had to be told, he had an idea of where to begin... The very next day he walked into the town’s Historical Society. He slapped down Gil’s story and a small copper tube, saying,”I’ve got something you all need to see…”