The opening:
(MUSIC: tragic, epic. Darkness. Perhaps reddish lights, the aftermath of fire, a blaze. Into which the shadowy figures of the four ghosts appear.)
QUARTET OF THE DEAD
We are the dead
Our rotting flesh
The buzzards’ treat
Killed because
We dug for gold
And found instead
Ancestral bones
Our souls wander
Restlessly
Because our stories
Are untold
Listen then
To our grave tale
And give our souls
Their weary rest
We begin
In Oregon
In a desert
Filled with gold
Into which
Comes other news
Of a crime
Daring and bold
We are the dead
This is our tale
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