Carson City Page #3
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- 1952
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No, but I'll keep it in mind.
Goodnight, gentlemen.
Nice fellow.
We better be going.
It would make it easier for me
if you learned how to smile.
You do the smiling.
Being nice to guys
like this is your idea.
Only this time,
it ain't going to work.
work, but it always does.
We've never run up against
guys like this before.
We'll still play it
my way first.
"Plans revealed at a meeting."
Set off number two.
I've seen hard rock in my day,
Wait till we get
those automatic drills.
Look!
Go back!
Go back!
It's a woman!
Get back! Get back!
Yah! Back!
What?
Well!
If I'm not being
too curious...
Are you all right?
I guess so. I just didn't expect
so violent a greeting.
We do things big
out here.
I've really got the touch,
haven't I?
First time I see you,
I ruin your jacket,
And then a whole Mountain
blows up on me.
- What's the matter?
- My ankle.
Our horses are halfway
back to town.
All right, put your arm
around my shoulder.
What were you
doing out here?
Looking for news.
You nearly made some.
I might as well confess.
I didn't come out here
looking for a story.
I came to find out why
you've been avoiding me.
Got the feeling
your father didn't exactly
Have the welcome mat
out for me.
I'm not talking
about my father.
I've been pretty busy.
You don't work at night.
I thought your evenings
would be taken up.
With Alan? We're good friends.
We've grown up together...
Do all your good friends
kiss you good night?
Why, that was just a peck
on the cheek, like this.
You don't call that
a real kiss, do you?
- Or do you?
- I stumbled.
Ah, here comes the wagon.
- Next time I come...
- There won't be any next time.
Why? Just who are you
protecting with all this?
Alan and me, or yourself?
Let's say everybody.
If that fuse would have been
a half-inch shorter,
You two would have been covering
a lot of territory now.
This is hardrock haggerty,
my foreman.
- Glad to meet you.
- Howdy, ma'am.
I'll drive her home.
ma'am.
That's a matter
of opinion.
Giddyap!
- Think you can walk on it?
- It's all right now.
But you better see
the doctor anyway.
It's already been treated.
Giddyap! Go.
Hello, Kincaid.
Whoa.
tunnel through the Mountain?
We aren't going to have
Into a bustling Metropolis
for several years, then.
Sorry to disappoint you, but
it'll only take a few months.
We're going to use
automatic drills.
Automatic drills?
Yeah, something new.
Work by compressed air.
They'll be here
in a few days.
Come out next week
and take a look.
Well, I guess
that does it,
But I've started over
before.
I guess I ain't too old
Looks as if your newspaper
Hadn't quite the influence
we thought it had.
As long as I've got ink to print
it, I'm going to keep on trying.
You can't fight
an automatic drill
With a printing press,
Zeke.
I'm afraid that's right.
All right, let's go.
Whoa.
- All right, get down.
- Whoa.
Get down.
I ain't hauling
any gold or silver.
Nothing back there
but machinery.
Never mind about that.
Get down.
Sure, I'll get down.
Squires!
All right, get him
back in the wagon.
Pick him up.
Throw him up in there.
Hurry up.
Get out of the way.
All right,
get them out of here!
Head them down that hill
and cut them loose!
Yah!
All right, fellas.
Come on, push!
Come this way.
All right, push!
Let's go.
It's got to be someplace.
just can't disappear.
Kingpin.
Busted?
Yeah.
Too big a load.
That kingpin
must have busted.
It's a good thing these things
were built rugged.
We'll be able to salvage
the most of them.
Jeff!
Here he is.
Looks like he was trying
to crawl.
And trying
to write something, too.
"S-o-u... "
"S-o-u"... South?
Well, whatever it is, we ain't
going to find out now.
"Sharing the attitude
of your editor is a. J. Davis,
"One of Carson city's
most prominent
"And respected citizens, and
partner with Jim squires"...
I don't think he's such
a good ad for your side.
You don't agree
with me, do you?
As you're so fond of saying,
quote, "I disapprove"
"Of what you say,
but I'll defend to the death
Your right to say it,"
unquote.
- Here, I'll set it up.
- No, you go on to bed.
I want to check over this
article about the accident.
Oh, the freight wagon?
the driver was trying to write?
No. I guess it will
always be a mystery.
Good night, dad.
Good night, dear.
Don't stay up too late.
S-o...
What could it be?
What could it be?
Well. "Sharing the attitude
of your editor, comma",
"Is a. J. Davis,
one of Carson city's"
"Most prominent
and respected citizens, comma,"
"And partner with Jim squi... "
Squires.
Driver Killed in Freight
Wagon Accident
DIES AFTER WRITING
MYSTERIOUS LETTERS:
S-O-U
S-Q-U-IRES
Is Mr. Davis around?
Haven't seen him around
all evening.
He must be
out to his mine.
What'll you have,
the usual?
No.
"ALTIN FL MADEN"
Lost something?
I-I was just looking
for Mr. Davis.
All right. Walk this way.
Where do you think
you're going?
going on in town.
You're staying here.
Say, what are you
so worried about?
You.
I told you that driver
recognized me.
Look,
what else was I to do,
Let him go
and spread the word in town?
Besides, everybody thinks
it was an accident.
Let's keep it that way.
What else is there
to do out here?
Besides, I don't notice you
Spending any more time
out here than you have to.
You're the miner, I'm not.
All right, you,
get up there.
I'll take it.
Hello, Zeke.
Hello, a. J.
He said he wanted
to see you.
That's all right.
He's a friend of mine.
Come in.
those balance sheets later on.
All right.
See you later.
Well, I, uh, I didn't want
to interrupt
If... if you were
talking business.
Forget it. Sit down.
Sorry you got
such a tough reception
Out there, Zeke,
But with all this banditry
going on,
We got to be careful.
Cigar?
Thanks.
What's on your mind?
Well, I-i heard something
in town
That I thought
you ought to know about.
That the freight wagon
driver wrote... s-o-u?
Well, somebody got to
fiddling around
With a pencil,
and he figured
That, uh, if the "o"
was a capital "q,"
It might be the beginning
of squires' name.
That sounds
pretty far-fetched.
Yeah, that's what
I told the folks,
But you know
how people are.
I thought I'd tip you off,
just in case.
I appreciate it, Zeke.
Still, if somebody
Really wanted
to make something out of it,
at the mine all that day.
Oh, well, fine.
Well, I guess I better
be getting on, then.
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