The Train Robbers Page #3

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My father said that.

Good words to live by.

He said it to my brother,

but I never forgot it.

- A lot of things I never forgot.

- Yes, ma'am.

Do you always have to be so damn polite?

Makes it harder on me.

How's that?

You're trying to trick me, Mr. Lane.

Trying to get me to tell you something...

without letting me know...

that I told you what I know.

Yes, ma'am.

- Mr. Lane.

- Yes, ma'am?

I'm the kind of woman...

that, once I made up my mind...

there ain't no turning back.

And I made up my mind.

You know...

once I tell you...

I'll probably never ever see you

or any of the others again.

I'm gonna miss you, Mr. Lane.

You'll probably be glad to get rid of me,

but I'm going to miss you...

very much.

We'll swing west to the Bravo...

follow it on up.

That way we can stay out of trouble...

Mr. Lane!

That was a rotten thing for you to do

last night, getting me drunk!

Yes, ma'am, it was.

I suppose you found out

what you wanted to know.

Yes. Cut those mules loose. There's plenty

of feed. Somebody will pick them up.

Why don't we take them?

No mules, no gold.

No use getting shot for nothing.

- You're turning back!

- That's right.

- But you can't!

- The hell I can't!

When I start plying a woman

with whiskey...

it's time to throw the key

in the water bucket and ride on.

- Even if I tell you where the gold is?

- Even then.

I'll go back to the train stop

and wait for you.

Looks like it's a little late for that now.

Them pallbearers sure as hell grew.

Maybe we ought to jump them.

Thin them out a little.

We'd better get moving out of here!

Cal! You and Sam hang back.

Anybody starts crossing that river

before we're out of sight...

- baptize them.

- Yes, sir.

They're still up on that hill!

Got off their horses

and went to cook coffee.

If we're gonna head west,

now's the time to do it.

- Unpack the mules.

- Hold it!

- I hate to cross you, Lane.

- Then don't.

I've got to. We just ran from a fight.

That's a bad habit for a man to get into

that makes his way with a gun.

- There are 20 of them back there.

- I'd say they were a little shorthanded.

And so would you, if it wasn't

for the woman being along.

Go on.

I tried to warn you and you wouldn't

listen. You said to let you worry about her.

Now you think

I'm worrying too much about her.

- lf we swing west, you are.

- He's right.

Don't make no sense,

riding off without that gold.

- It does to me.

- It won't to them back there.

They're gonna come killing,

no matter what we do.

You're wrong and you won't admit it!

You're just bullying your way through.

Seems like I heard

somebody say that before.

- Mrs. Lowe?

- Yes?

Where the hell is that gold?

- It's a hell of a way to run a railroad.

- What?

I said it's a hell of a way to run a railroad,

without any tracks!

When this wind lays down,

we'll find them.

If you ask me, I say we won't.

I say Lowe lied to the woman.

Why the hell would he do that?

Any man who's gonna steal gold

from one train...

and put it on another train

is liable to do anything.

It struck me as a pretty good idea.

At least he knew

it would be there when be got back.

- Maybe.

- You heard what the woman said.

I'm not talking about the train.

I'm talking about the $500,000.

You wouldn't catch me hiding that much

gold in the boiler of a six-wheeler!

- What?

- The gold is in the firebox of the engine!

What if somebody decided to build up

a head of steam and struck a match to it?

It's been laying upside down

at the bottom of a grade...

along with two flatcars, ever since

timber trains ran in this country...

- and that's a hell of a long time ago.

- I'll believe that when I see it.

Wonder whatever happened

to that old boy.

What old boy?

The one that came riding in back

at the train stop...

laughing and scratching, saying how good

it was to have something to do.

Grady, you're a pain in the neck.

Hell, everybody knows that.

- Get the woman.

- What?

Walk out there, where they can

get a good look at you. Go on.

It rubs me the wrong way,

hiding behind a woman, if you ask me.

Nobody did.

- What if they throw down on us?

- They won't.

But you've thought it all out. Maybe

they haven't. Maybe they haven't even...

- I thought you...

- So did I.

Let's get out of here.

I hope we're not depending on any luck

to get us back to that train stop.

- I think we just ran out.

- Not quite.

I thought somebody said

the gold was already dug.

Keep digging.

That'll get it.

- That's what it's all about.

- I'd say it's time to load the mules.

I wouldn't. We're staying here for a while.

- Staying?

- That's right.

Them 20 get up on that rim with rifles...

it could get a little hard to stay alive.

Yeah, but not as hard

as getting caught out in the open.

We've got to make a run for it

sooner or later.

Later, there may not be

so many of them around.

String a picket line over those flatcars.

The rest of you give him a hand.

You unload that mule. Bury the dynamite.

Bury it?

You wouldn't want to get blown

to hell for a stray bullet, would you?

No, sir.

If they see that Fargo box,

they'll hit us, won't they?

Just as hard as they can, Mrs. Lowe.

If you ask me, I say they're not

gonna jump us, not here.

Probably wait at the river

and catch us crossing.

What I'm trying to figure out is why

we're going back the way we came.

Apart from that village,

there's not a whole lot...

to hide behind

between us and that rail stop.

Lane says this is the closest way out.

Besides, we know the ground.

Yeah, we could get buried in it, too.

- Hell, a man can't live forever.

- Not around Lane, he can't.

Come to think of it,

it's the best way, anyway.

- What's that?

- You and me, we can't get old.

What the hell use are we going to be

to anybody in a rocking chair?

- That's a long ways down the road.

- The hell it is.

You're not one damn day older than

you were the first time I ever met you.

Not outside, I ain't,

but it's inside that counts.

Time was I could get drunk

for a week, maybe two.

Now I go on a bender

for six or seven days...

and I get the blind staggers so bad,

I gotta get me to my bed.

When a man can't hold his liquor,

that's the first sign.

- What about your women?

- What about them?

Don't tell me you don't run them

as much as you used to.

Now, I wouldn't want this to get around...

but the last time I was over

to Kate's in Tucson...

I spent the whole night...

listening to a fellow play the piano.

- Could he play good?

- Worst I ever heard!

You just weren't in the mood.

I'm not getting any younger,

that's what I'm trying to tell you.

Neither are you.

What the hell do you want me to do,

just roll over and die?

All I'm saying is, don't get old.

You'll live to regret it.

- Not yet.

- They'll be along.

I hope I don't let you down.

You planning to rob another bank?

No, sir, I mean when those 20 jump us.

- You'll be all right.

- I don't know.

I was thinking a few minutes ago that

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