Riches or ruins? Lessons from Barnett Shale (video)   GODLEY -
For a moment, they are standing in a timeless place.  It almost
seems possible that the buffalo herds that once roamed the
plains could reappear, that the men who worked the Chisholm
Trail might materialize on the ridge of the neighboring hill in
North Texas.  Bobby and Maureen Green stood on their back porch.
They have lived on this hilltop just outside of Fort Worth for
decades, a spot where the sloping green hills of the prairie
meet the vast expanse of the plains.  The last rays of the sun
shot over a neighboring hill, covering their small corner of the
world with soft pink light. Even the twisted metal of 12 natural
gas well-heads looked beautiful in the glow. The light cast a
delicate tangerine tint onto the white painted sides of the
natural gas compressors.  Maureen Green, a slim, hazel-eyed
woman with a Roman profile, shivered in the breeze and Bobby
Green slid an arm around his wife while his clear eyes scanned
the view stretched out bef