Breakheart Pass Page #4

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You probably hit him with a

wrench before you threw him off.

Before God, Major, I don't

know what he's talking about.

Major, sir, what do I do?

Keep your gun on Banlon.

If he moves, kill him.

We'll have to crawl forward on

the roof and shoot him out.

What for? He's driving us

right where we wanna go.

Let's agree that Deakin is no idiot.

Why is he taking us there?

Let's get 'er done.

My job was to arrange

a train. I'm no gunman.

That's true, O'Brien.

But a noose would fit your neck

just as neatly as it would fit ours.

Hey, sonny boy.

Give me the wrench there.

The nut on the brake handle's loose.

Give me the wrench.

You know how to run this thing?

I think so.

You suspected everybody else.

Why not me?

Marshal Pearce was our

number one suspect.

You didn't want him on the train.

That put you in the clear.

What's ahead of us at the fort?

What's wrong there?

Calhoun's not in custody.

He's probably with White Hand,

and they're in control of the fort.

My God, what for?

Humboldt's a shipping point for all gold

and silver from California and Nevada.

That's why everybody's

involved, except the girl.

The Indians want the rifles

and ammunition back there.

I figure they were gonna put the gold

and silver in the coffins and ship it back.

There's a gun lined up on

you gents. Now stop the train.

- You hurt?

- Only my dignity.

Breakheart Pass coming up.

Where are the soldiers?

Where are they, Deakin?

- Here they come.

- Look.

Hang on.

That son of a b*tch.

Why'd he stop now?

This is where we get off.

- You know anything about dynamite?

- Of course.

Set this to blow the rails, but don't

light the fuse until I get back.

Why the hell are they shooting?

Tell an Indian things'll be one way and

they're not, he'll think you crossed him.

- They know you, Marshal. Show yourself.

- Like hell.

- You son of a b*tch. What's going on?

- A man's aboard. He's got the engine.

You dumb pilgrims.

Ain't nobody in that engine.

Get the troopers at the fort,

but watch out for Calhoun.

- When these blow, he'll ride out here.

- Right.

If we get the pressure back up, I can

take her on in. Let's stoke her up.

That's the train. Let's ride.

Tell the Indians to form a work party and

replace that track with one from behind.

Take the claw, put it in

like this, and pull down.

Over here. Put it here,

like that, and pull it down.

All right, take it away.

Where's Fairchild?

The Palace car.

Fairchild.

Maybe you know what's

going on around here.

No.

Keep 'em working, O'Brien.

Let me go.

Help.

Help.

Let her go.

The hell I will.

Fairchild.

I reckon we've come

down to it, Deakin.

You have a choice.

You could throw that gun down.

I don't think I can do that.

Are you all right?

Your father's waiting

for you out there.

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