Fugitive

Agents nab pair bogus $180,000 in Bucks County.

Fugitive's luck runs out with four-year jail sentence.

So the guy's been making methamphetamine, counterfeiting money, and doing porn forever.

You couldn't

I just remember that he's...

I just saw, "Fugitive, fugitive demands pension from Greece." I, I think, I think there's an extradition treaty between Greece and, and, uh, the US.

I don't think he's gonna be on the lam for much longer.

I'm Howie Carr.

The events themselves are a matter of record.

Case for tonight, Fugitives Trailed.

It is approximately 11.30 on the night of January 21st, 1948.

Mr. and Mrs. Ben Purvis are driving back to their ranch on the outskirts of Newby, Texas.

A purse? What about it? Belonged to Arlene Rankin.

You are listening to Tales of the Texas Rangers, starring Joel McRae as Ranger Jace Pearson.

Now, we continue with tonight's case, Fugitives Trail.

An authentic story from the files of the Texas Rangers.

I don't know, really.

When I did The Fugitive...

I thought, because there was quite a lot of confusion about who was the actual singer on A Curious Feeling, I thought, well, maybe I'll sing myself, you know, not much of a voice, but Norse Bob Goldorf, you know, so I can do what I can do.

And, you know, that was quite a good thing to do, actually.

It taught me a little bit about what I've been putting singers through all the years and a little bit what can and can't be done.

And Tony, that was one I was going to ask you because with The Fugitive, as you said, you stepped up to the mic yourself and it does, it sounds great.

Did it change the way you played and arranged the keyboard accompaniments on that record because you were actually singing it as well?

I think I'd simplified everything a bit in terms of vocally, you know, it was a bit simpler.

Would you like me to read it to you? Of course you would.

So it says, Fugitives from the FBI in cooperation with J. Edgar Hoover, FBI director, this paper is running descriptive articles on the criminals wanted by the FBI.

Thomas Welton Holland is being sought by the FBI on a warrant issued in Baltimore, Maryland, FYI, not even two hours from Philly, on August 29th, 1961, charging him with unlawful interstate flight to avoid confinement after conviction for robbery.

Holland was identified as the one who, in February 1954, held up at gunpoint the proprietress of a grocery store in Middle River, Maryland, obtaining between $100 and $125, which sidebar would be about $1,200 in cash today.

Although we knew hardly more than her name, Lois Dunny had become the key to the situation.

Fugitives expected her to return by 11 p.m.

If she didn't show up, they might suspect she'd been apprehended.

Lieutenant King got his detectives ready to spring immediately.

Alert me when we get 9,500 fugitives outside.

So I love this.

Fugitives also.

That's what I was going to say.

Fugitives is crazy.

So the language

that they, if you like Troy, the language that they programmed into Troy to use is like completely dehumanizing them.

Deep ravines formerly the beds of impetuous torrents intersect it in every direction but nowadays the sight of them only adds to the painful thirst which tortures the traveler.

Here and there are heaps of stones piled confusedly like ruins ridges of rock which rise up before you like impassable barriers, and which interrupt, without embellishing, the wearisome sameness of these solitudes such are the Black Hills beyond these rise the Rocky Mountains, the imposing landmarks of the Atlantic world! The passes and valleys of this vast chain of mountains afford an asylum to a great number of savage tribes many of whom are only the miserable remnants of different people Who were formerly in the peaceable possession of the land But are now driven back by war into Almost inaccessible defiles Where spoliation can pursue them no further This desert of the West Such as I have just described it Seems to defy the industry Of civilized man Some lands more advantageously situated Upon the banks of rivers Might perhaps Be successfully reduced To cultivation Others might be turned Into pastures As fertile as those of the East But it is to be feared That this immense region Forms a limit Between civilization And barbarism And that bands of malefactors Organized like the caravans of the Arabs May here practise Their depredations With impunity This country will Perhaps one day Be the cradle of a new people Composed of the ancient Savage races And of that class Of adventurers Fugitives and exiles That society Has cast forth From its bosom A heterogeneous And dangerous population Which the American Union Has collected Like a portentous cloud Upon its frontiers And whose force And irritation It is constantly increasing By transporting Entire tribes of Indians From the banks of the Mississippi where they were born Into the solitudes of the west which are assigned as their place of exile, these savages carry with them an implacable hatred towards the whites for having, they say, unjustly driven them from their country far from the tombs of their fathers in order to take possession of their inheritance.

Should some of these tribes hereafter form themselves into hordes similar to the wandering people partly shepherds and partly warriors who traverse with their flocks the plains of Upper Asia? Is there not reason to fear that in process of time They with others may organize themselves into bands of pillagers and assassins: Having the fleet horses of the prairies to carry them; With the desert as the scene of their outrages And inaccessible rocks do secure their lives [and plunder].

On the fourth of June we crossed the Rami a tributary river of the Platte about forty tents erected on its banks served as dwellings were a part of the tribe of the Cheyennes These Indians are distinguishable for their civility Their cleanly and decent habits The men in general are of good stature and of great strength—their nose is aquiline and their chin strongly developed .The neighbouring nations consider them the most courageous warriors of the Prairies..Their history is the same As that of all the Savages Who have been Driven back Into the West...They are only the shadow Of the once powerful nation of the Shawfrees Who formerly lived upon the Banks of the Red River.—the Sioux their irreconcilable enemies forced them after a dreadful war To pass over the Missouri and To retreat beyond the Whereacan where they fortified themselves but the conquerors again attacked them and drove them from Post to post Into the midst of the Black Cos situate Upon the waters of the Great Cheyenne river In consequence of these reverses their Tribe reduced to two thousand souls Has lost even its name Being now called Cheyennes From the Name of the river That protects the remnant of the tribe....The Cheyennes Have not since sought to Form any fixed establishment Lest the Sioux should come Again to dispute with Them the lands Which they might have chosen For their Country.....they live by hunting And follow the Buffalo in his various migrations ....The principal Warriors of the Nation Invited me To a solemn banquet In which three of the chief's best Dogs Were Served up To Do Me Honour I had half A one For my share You May Judge of My embarrassment When i tell you that I attended One of those feasts At which everyone is To eat All that is offered to him Fortunately One May call to His aid Another Guest Provided that the request To perform the kind Office Be accompanied By a present of Tobacco ...In our way from Ramie The sojourn of the Cheyennes To the Green river Where the Flatheads Were waiting for me We successively Passed the black hills Which owe this name Not to the colour Of the soil And Rocks that form them But to the sombre verdure Of the cedars and pines That Shadow their sides —THE RED BUTTE A Central point By which the Savages Are continually Crossing When emigrating to the West Or going Up Towards the North AND THE FAMOUS ROCK INDEPENDENCE WHICH IS DETACHED LIKE AN OUTWORK FROM THE IMMENSE CHAIN OF MOUNTAINS THAT DIVIDE NORTH AMERICA It Might be Called the GREAT REGISTRY of the Desert FOR ON IT MAY BE READ IN LARGE CHARACTERS THE NAMES OF THE SEVERAL TRAVELERS WHO HAVE VISITED THE Rocky Mountains MY NAME FIGURES AMONGST SO MANY OTHERS AS THAT OF THE FIRST PRIEST WHO HAS VISITED THESE SOLITARY Regions….These mountains Have Been designated A backbone of the World In fact a fitter appellation Could not be given TO THESE ENORMOUS MASSES OF GRANITE Whose summit is elevated nearly Twenty-four Thousand feet above the level of the sea THEY ARE BUT ROCKS PILED UPON ROCKS ONE MIGHT THINK THAT HE BEHELD THE RUINS OF A WORLD COVERED IF I MAY SO SPEAK WITH A WINDING SHEET OF EVERLASTING SNOW…I shall here interrupt the recital of my journey To give a short account Of the different Tribes of the Mountains And of the territory They inhabit ..i will join With my own Personal observations The Most correct information That i could possibly obtain …The Shoshonees or Root diggers Appeared in great numbers at the common rendezvous WHERE THE DEPUTATIONS FROM ALL THE TRIBES ASSEMBLE EVERY YEAR TO EXCHANGE THE PRODUCTS OF THEIR rude industry ….They inhabit the southern Part of Oregon in the vicinity of California Their population Consisting of About ten thousand Souls Is divided into several parties Scattered up and down in the most uncultivated quarter of the West They are called snakes Because in their indigence they are Reduced like such reptiles To burrow in the earth And Live upon roots ......They would have no other food If Some Hunting Parties Did not occasionally Pass Beyond the Mountains In pursuit of the buffalo While a part of the tribe proceeds along the banks of the salmon river To make provision for the winter AT THE SEASON WHEN THE FISH COME UP FROM THE SEA Three hundred of their warriors Wished in honour of the Whites To go through A sort of military parade They were hideously painted Armed with their clubs And covered Over with feathers Pearls Wolves tails The teeth And claws of animals And Similar strange ornaments With which each of them Had decked himself According to his caprice Such as had received wounds in battle, or slain the enemies of their tribe showed ostentatiously their scars and had floating in the form of a standard the scalps which they won from the conquered.