Chapter 7 - THE CAMERA AT THE GATEA television van arrived at the ranch.
A process server followed.
The reporter shouted through the iron gate.
"Mr. Ashford! Are you suffering from dementia?"
Clifford walked toward them alone.
His boots crushed the gravel.
His denim jacket moved in the wind.
He stopped.
"I'm sixty-eight years old."
The camera zoomed in.
"I've worked this land since I was twelve."
The reporter raised her microphone.
"Did you attack your son-in-law?"
"No."
"Then what happened?"
Clifford reached into his pocket.
He pulled out a small drive.
"The truth."
He handed it over.
"The complete ballroom footage."
The reporter stared.
"You're saying the video proves your side?"
"I'm saying don't believe me."
Clifford looked directly into the camera.
"Watch it."
Then he handed over another folder.
"Medical evaluations."
Then another.
"Police documents."
The reporter's expression changed.
"Mr. Ashford..."
Clifford turned away.
"You wanted a story."
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He glanced back.
"Now you have one."
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