Santa Fe Page #4
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- 1951
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You too, taking the chance
on coming out here.
Don't talk. I'll get a doctor.
What for? To ask questions?
I tell you, I'm all right.
Whether you like it or not,
I'm getting a doctor.
We...
We're still brothers, aren't we, Britt?
Sure. Always will be.
Good old Britt.
Always around when you need him.
Britt, someone's coming.
Some men.
I'll be right back.
Stay with him.
Put away your gun.
Clear the table.
Come in.
Well...
- Evening, marshal.
- Evening.
What are you doing here?
What can we do for you?
Just checking up on a train robbery,
if you don't mind.
Canfield was just telling us about it.
Come in, sit down.
- Britt, you know Bat Masterson.
- Yeah.
Only law for 40 miles
around Dodge City.
Yeah, Canfield and I have met.
I see you know these folks.
Johnson's an old friend of mine
from back home.
When I'm in town,
I usually try to drop in on him.
Take a look.
Well, what about it?
I ain't sure, but I think so.
It's hard for me to tell.
You said you could recognize him.
Yeah, but I gotta be sure.
Terry! Terry!
That's her. That's the girl, all right.
I knew I'd know her
if I saw her again.
And that's the fella
I always seen her with.
I'm sure now.
You're pretty young, son, to be riding
with outlaws and holding up trains.
I couldn't hold up a train, sir.
I haven't been away in two days.
They'll tell you.
He's lying. I saw his face when his
mask fell. He's one of them outlaws.
He's not. He's been here all the time.
That's right, marshal. I was with him.
Looks like you've made
a mistake, Masterson.
Mistake? Maybe. But that's something
that'll come out in the hearing.
You're under arrest, son.
No! No!
Britt... Britt, you can't help.
Tom's dead.
You look at me like I was
the reason he was killed.
I'll let you answer that
in your own mind.
The farther you get from the South...
...the shorter your memory becomes.
Because our father
had been in Congress...
...had come back to Virginia
when the war started...
...because he still owned
a plantation...
...they said that
according to the terms...
...written in Johnson's
Amnesty Proclamation...
...he wasn't entitled to a pardon
like everyone else.
Well, that was a lie.
You, Father and all of us knew it.
They said... They said he hadn't
taken an oath of allegiance.
They said it was too late.
They used their crooked Yankee laws
for their own gain...
...to sell everything
the Canfields had.
You saw what it did to Father.
His heart couldn't stand that.
You stood there along with all of us.
Watched him die.
There wasn't anything
Nothing any of us could do.
They killed him.
If what they did was no crime...
...then what we did today
was no crime either.
Maybe you can forget all that,
but I can't.
Mrs. Chandler. Mrs. Chandler.
What is it, Henry?
Another one of those coded messages
from the Denver Rio Grande Railroad.
Caught it going through.
Just deciphered it.
Looks important.
It'll go a lot easier with you,
Johnson, if you speak up.
Now, who rode with you
on that train robbery?
Nobody. I wasn't even there.
But we've got positive identification.
Britt, I have to see you.
Yeah, all right.
You know Dave's gone to Kansas City
to try to get the Wells, Fargo contract...
...which we need so badly,
and now this happened.
This wire was just sent from
the Denver & Rio Grande Railroad...
...ordering materials for them to start
building in Raton Pass right away.
But they've been building
through Royal Gorge.
Maybe they think they
can get both routes...
...block us this side of the mountains.
You've got to beat them to Raton, Britt.
We've lost the gorge.
But if you should begin
grading first...
...Raton Pass will be ours
by prior construction.
Johnson, considering all the facts...
...as far as I'm concerned,
you're as guilty as sin.
Britt, a railroad must keep growing,
or it dies.
And if it dies, all life along
its right of ways dies too.
Our loyalty belongs
to the thousands of people...
...who've put their trust in men
like you and Baxter.
Nothing must stop this railroad
from going forward.
It's bigger than
any one person, Britt.
Even a brother.
Moose.
I've got a big job for you. Round up the
best gunmen and go to Royal Gorge.
Crack shots shouldn't be
hard to find here.
- What?
- We'll pay them enough.
Make up a special train.
I want you there by dawn.
Hold the Rio Grande people there.
I got eyes, and I never forget a face.
Oh, marshal, just a minute.
Rusty, you and the boys
did some celebrating...
...the night before the holdup and...
Well, with the new depot
opening and all...
...guess we took aboard a few.
From that headache you were carrying
around, I'd say it was a full shipment.
Now, a thing like that
could affect your eyesight.
There's nothing wrong
with my eyesight, then or now.
Rusty, see that man
standing back there?
- What about him?
- Take a good look at him.
- Now look this way. Describe him.
- What?
What does he look like?
What's he wearing?
Well, he's... He's got a hat on.
A kind of a brown one.
And a coat. A black one.
Very good.
Now, what about his eyes,
his mustache?
- His eyes are...
- No, no.
I don't remember.
But his mustache
is kind of pointed.
Look again, Rusty.
His hat is gray.
His coat isn't black, it's brown.
And he must've had a quick shave,
because I don't see any mustache.
I saw some specs advertised
in the last copy of Harper's Weekly.
I'll order you a pair.
Still stick with your witness, marshal?
And this time he's sober.
Come here, you.
Well, Johnson, I guess we can't
make it stick this time.
Even the railroad's on your side.
All right, you can go.
Very clever, Britt. And I'm glad.
Southern loyalty, I suppose.
Don't be forgetting,
nobody's to be hurt.
Mr. Harned! Mr. Harned!
The Atchison, Topeka
& Santa Fe Railroad...
...is going through Royal Gorge!
So be pulling your crews
out of there.
The Santa Fe.
If it's a showdown you want,
this is the right place for it.
Just like I told you. He'll fight it out
here if it takes all summer.
Keep them hopping, boys.
This won't get you anywhere!
I saw you pepper that hat.
That's fancy shooting.
- We've had practice.
- You boys are fine.
I was thinking you were
against the Santa Fe.
You're wrong.
Well, now, don't be letting
those Rio Grandes get bored.
They're not even
going to let us sleep.
I've arranged for horses
along the way.
How much more will she take?
As much as that lazy fireman
can give her.
Too bad I can't highball you
clean to Raton.
Sure hope you get there in time.
I will, if Moose can hold
those Rio Grande builders...
...at Royal Gorge long enough.
- Tie down the safety valve.
- I already did.
What's going on here?
Santa Fe gunmen are trying
to drive us out of the gorge.
But that's impossible.
The federal court issued an injunction
ordering the Santa Fe...
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