Case Closed

Plano looked at his feet. “Where can I move forward to gentleman? Look at it from my perspective. We’re not in Austin. We’re in Utah. This place was designated by Brigham Young as the place. Back then this was Mexico. And all your rights, your constitution . . . they didn’t apply to us! A man’s home is his castle? Unless you’re a Mormon! You have too many wives. The wolfpack comes. Burns down your house. Kills you and your kids. You and others like you see your leader killed. You leave. You leave the whole country. You go to the desert by a salty lake and figure out how to bring fresh water down from the mountains to water your crops. Suddenly you’re in America again. And all the filibusters come to bring “prosperity “ and their idea of the rule of law. But that rule of law doesn’t apply to us. In California a man can marry a man, a woman can marry a woman, a tiger can marry a chair, but a civil servant in Salt Lake City can’t have a sister wife running around the house looking after the babies. Then you have other “good Americans” set up an operation in your park buying and selling little girls. But they have rights! You have to call them by the right pronouns! If you don’t it’s a hate crime. Well, apparently there’s one little girl who plays by Porter Rockwell’s rules. And she sends them all to heaven. I don’t have any idea of her connections, but I know she’s a Danite, and I would suggest that you leave a bullet on Old Port’s grave on your way out of town. As for me? Drug deal gone wrong. Case closed!”