The Train Robbers

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Train's late, Jesse.

It'll be along. Get your clothes on.

What about Grady and them?

They should have been here by now.

Ask me, I say they ain't coming.

Then who's that?

- Hey there, old Jesse.

- Hi, Grady.

Howdy, Grady.

Who's that up there?

Ben, how the hell are you?

Never better.

Me neither,

soon as I get some of this dust off me.

Come on, give me a hand here, Sam.

Come on, get wet all over!

Keep in there, girl.

Okay, Sam, grab hold of her.

Hot damn, that feels good.

Calhoun and Sam Turner.

I've heard of them.

They're good boys, and young.

A lot younger than you, but good.

All right. What's it all about, Jess?

Beats me. All Lane said was

meet him here at the train stop.

- It would be worth it.

- To him or us?

What difference does it make?

It's something to do, isn't it?

Jesse, I get so bored

sitting around doing nothing lately.

- Get to you, too?

- All the time.

Sam? Take them over to the corral.

Turn them loose.

That train Lane's coming in on,

when is it due, Jesse?

Yesterday.

Any women in this town?

- One.

- Good, we can fight over her.

It's a long time

since I've seen that big old Lane.

He as bullheaded as ever?

He ain't changed.

Gentlemen, this is Mrs. Lowe.

- We're working for her.

- We are?

That's right.

Doing what?

Ben, would you help Mrs. Lowe

get set up at the hotel?

Yes, sir.

Now, what was that again?

I said, "Doing what?"

I thought that's what you said.

What in the hell did you do that for?

I told you to get me two guns

that would take orders.

Draw your horses and skedaddle.

- Ain't we got a right to know?

- No.

Jesse, how about the pack mules

and supplies?

- Ready to go.

- Good. Dynamite?

- Ben brought two cases.

- That ought to do it.

- What are you fixing to do, start a war?

- Look, Lane.

You still here?

- Damn it, we rode two days.

- That's your problem.

You gonna tell us or not?

Grady, where did you find

these two peckerwoods?

They're standing up to you.

That should prove something.

I don't need them standing up to me.

I need them standing alongside of me.

All we want to know

is what we rode here for.

What a gun rides anywhere for: money.

The more there is of it,

the more chances you take.

What about the woman?

What about her?

- She part of it?

- She's all of it.

What's that supposed to mean?

- None of your damn business.

- Lane!

We've got a right to know

what we're getting into.

A grave, more than likely,

if you come along with us.

Then why should we?

Beats the hell out of me.

Unless you think

gold is worth taking a chance for.

- Gold?

- $500,000 worth.

Already dug?

Already dug.

The hell you say.

- Don't you think it's about time?

- All right.

A train robbery, five years ago.

Ten men rode away with $500,000 in gold.

The fellow that was running the show

figured they ought to hide it...

until things cooled off.

So he took the Fargo box

and two of the men...

and rode south into Mexico.

Came back alone.

Said the other two got killed accidentally.

His name was Lowe.

The woman, she his wife?

His widow.

He had the misfortune of getting shot.

But he told her where the gold was

before he died.

- And she told you?

- No, she doesn't trust me.

All she'll say

is that it's four days south of here.

If there was 10 of them jumped that train,

three of them dead...

- that leaves seven of them still alive.

- And still kicking.

You figure they know Lowe died?

Six of them were pallbearers.

Then why didn't she tell them?

Get her husband's share

and let it go at that?

That isn't what she's after.

When she gets the gold,

she plans to turn it in.

Clear her husband's name.

Why the hell would she do that?

They got a kid, a boy.

She doesn't want him growing up...

thinking his old man

ran around robbing trains.

Kind of high-minded, ain't it?

Not the way she looks at it.

Then why didn't she go to the railroad

and tell them where it is?

That's what she was about to do

when I met her. I talked her out of it.

There's a reward: $50,000.

- Hell, that ain't no $500,000.

- No, and it ain't stolen, either.

- We'll leave first thing in the morning.

- Lane.

Talking that woman

out of going to the railroad...

you might have talked her

into getting herself killed.

You let me worry about the woman.

Bullheaded.

He ain't changed.

Come in.

Mrs. Lowe?

Join me?

Don't mind if I do.

I've had a few.

Yes, ma'am.

I started thinking about

what I was letting myself in for.

It's not too late to change your mind.

Let you and the others go alone?

Yes, ma'am.

- I told you before, Mr. Lane, that l...

- You don't trust me.

Can't say as I blame you.

You realize if anything should happen

to me on the way...

- It won't.

- But if it should.

We'd be out of a job.

This the stuff

you're planning to wear tomorrow?

- Yes.

- Put it on.

- Now?

- Now.

- But...

- Put it on.

You can turn around.

The pants aren't bad.

That shirt ought to be tighter.

- Take it off and I'll boil it.

- Boil it?

Shrink it up.

I want you to stick out

in the right places...

so that if anybody a long ways off

sees you...

there'll be no doubt you're a woman.

- Mr. Lane, if you're trying to shock me...

- I'm trying to keep you alive, Mrs. Lowe.

If they see you along, they'll know you

haven't told us where the gold is hidden.

And they'll be overcareful

to keep you alive.

At least until we get our hands on it.

- I see.

- No, you don't.

If you did, you wouldn't come along.

But there are only seven of them.

That we know of.

With this much money up for grabs...

likely they've got every two-bit gunman

in the territory along.

Maybe I should go to the railroad.

Maybe you should, at that.

Thanks for the drink. I'll tell the boys.

Can't that wait until morning?

Why should it?

I might change my mind.

Again?

I'm a woman.

And I'm out two train tickets

and five friends.

Let's let it go at that.

There's a train due

through here tomorrow.

I'll put you on it.

Good night, Mrs. Lowe.

Mr. Lane.

Boil it.

Yeah. I'll boil it.

- Stay with him, Jesse.

- Come on, Jesse.

Grab him by the tail!

I think them boys will need a hand.

They'll need more than that

if that stuff blows.

Show him who's boss, Jesse.

- Come on, now.

- Hang on to him, Sam!

Whoa, son of a buck.

Don't you think

we ought to put this on a gentle one?

This is the gentle one.

Hold on to him!

Goshdarned mule!

- He's had it. He's all right.

- Okay, I got him.

Do you mean to tell me

you're gonna trust that jackass?

They get kind of rank

when they ain't had a pack on in a while.

- He'll be all right.

- Ain't worried about him. It's us.

He'll settle down.

Here, hold this.

How'd you like

to draw into a pair like that?

Guess you don't

get to town very often, Calhoun.

Go on, take a good look.

But from here on in...

you'd better be looking over your shoulder

if you want to stay alive.

All right, Jesse,

get her on a horse and point her south.

Yes, sir.

- Give him a hand with the mules.

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