Union Pacific Page #6

But, General Dodge...

The Government expects the company

to finish the railroad as contracted.

It also expects General

Dodge to remain in authority.

Mr. Ames.

How much money do you need

for immediate bills and wages?

At least a million dollars.

You seem to have the interest of the

road so deeply at heart, Mr. Barrows...

I suggest you lend Mr. Ames the money.

A million dollars? Yes.

For the Union Pacific.

I consider it a privilege

to serve the road...

and the next President

of the United States.

The first shipment of cash will

be sent before the week is over.

General. Gentlemen.

Thank you, General. Thank you.

(all) Thank you, General.

It takes money to put iron

over those mountains, General.

[people chattering]

(barker) Come on in, boys. An

equal cache for one and all.

Can I trouble you for a light, stranger?

Sure.

Shipment of money is coming

in on a special, Tuesday night.

Payroll, huh? Yes. I prefer

that it should not arrive.

How much?

$200,000. My money. I

want most of it back.

We'll get it.

Thank you for the light, stranger.

[barker chattering]

(Campeau) The money belongs to Barrows.

So it ain't a real holdup.

Does Jeff Butler know that?

What if he don't?

Is there any reason why you wouldn't

plug that yellow-livered skunk?

Jeff and I aren't partners in this game.

I'd plug him...

as quick as he'd plug me.

But don't go calling him names.

You ought to call him a couple.

He's certainly got the whole

town giving you the horselaugh.

Yeah, he's...

two up on me right now.

Mollie seems to think so.

Are you looking for

something between the eyes?

[chuckling]

After I lift that payroll...

nobody's gonna laugh.

Nobody but me.

[train rumbling]

So long, Art. Hello,

Jeff. Where are you from?

Laramie. What's there?

Nothing. Tomorrow it'll be a city.

They're packing up Cheyenne

now and loading it on the cars.

Will you have a cup of tea while

I'm patching Monahan's pants?

No, thanks. But I'll sit on your

front porch till the special gets in.

Special? Who's on it?

Old John Dough. Jeff,

it's never the payroll?

I could do a jig for joy.

[train approaching]

I've sat on quieter front porches.

And you've spooned on them

with better company, no doubt.

Not better company.

I'll dust the blarney

off that and be thankful.

There's no blarney

between you and me, Mollie.

I often wonder if I'll ever have

any other front porch than this.

Someday you'll have your

house anchored under you.

I don't know.

I've never lived without wheels under

me head when I lay me down to sleep.

You'll be darning socks for

some happy man before long.

I hope his heart won't

be far from the rails.

And where do you think you'll

spend your declining years?

I probably won't have

any declining years.

Don't say such a thing.

You change the night to fear

and the wind from warm to cold.

Feel my hand, 'tis ice.

In my job, Mollie...

a man can't look very far ahead.

Maybe when the road's done, I...

What do you mean, the wind's cold?

There isn't any wind.

'Tis no ordinary wind. 'Tis

the kind that witches ride on.

It blows trouble.

If you'll are making any promises

dealing with the future...

you're taking a lot for granted.

What's up?

Well, sir, it might be a sewing

bee, and it might be a hayride...

but there's eight of Sid Campeau's top

gunfighters missing from the Big Tent.

Is Dick with them? I reckon

he is. He ain't there.

Hey, Jeff! Yeah.

Eight horses, they're

gone from Campeau's corral.

Could you pick up their trail? The

Mexican boy said they ride east.

Maybe the Injuns is

giving an ice-cream social.

Pay train. That's what I figured.

Mollie, run for the telegraph office.

Tell Calvin to stop the

pay train at Pine Bluff.

Leach, get an engine and

a flatcar. I sure will.

Put our horses on the flatcar

and round up a few men.

You bet yourself. We

have good time tonight.

[bell ringing]

[telegraph tapping]

Oh, dear.

Pay train went through

Pine Bluff 10 minutes ago...

gathering speed for

the Pole Creek Divide.

Calvin, get that chief dispatcher

over here. Take the key, Mollie.

Try Egbert Siding. Oh, no.

It is closed after 6:00.

Maybe Joe's playing solitaire.

Try anyway and keep trying.

I'll see you later.

The saints ride with you, Jeff.

[whistle tooting] (Jeff)

Let her go, Clancey!

[bell ringing]

Let the silver lay. It's too

heavy. Not for me, it ain't.

There's the headlights.

Slow her down.

(bandit) Train coming from the West!

All right, boys. Let's get out of here.

(man) Whoa.

Split up! Every man for himself.

Each of you, pick a man.

[laughing]

We got good fun, eh?

That all depends. Yeah.

[laughing]

[gun firing]

[gun firing]

[steam hissing]

[bell ringing]

[glass shattering]

What in the name of...

Tell Campeau to send a couple

of men over to this car. Run!

Gee, sure.

Why do you throw mail

through the window?

Hide that or you'll have a

killing on your front porch.

What's happening?

Quick. Well...

[horse approaching]

Hiya, Jeff. Where's the fire?

Man ride by here just now? Yeah.

You can still see his dust.

You can get him with a little...

hard riding.

Thanks.

You been here long?

Just waiting for a cup of

tea and a kiss from Mollie.

I'll join you.

For the tea.

[train whistle blowing]

[knocking on door]

Come in. Come in.

Hello, Mollie.

So it's the pair of you.

Can we give this bucko

some tea? Sure, sure. But...

Did you get to the

pay train in time? No.

Well, what happened?

Who broke your window? Oh, I...

[laughing] Monahan must be back.

No, some gandy dancer feeling his

liquor was throwing a bottle at the moon.

What'd you do with it?

Do with what? The bottle.

Sure, now, I think

you're both a bit cracked.

Much of a crowd at the

Big Tent tonight, Dick?

I don't know. I was

out at the End of Track.

The dirt at the End of

Track is white gypsum.

You've got the same dust

on your boots I have.

It's red. Like a rose, huh?

More like the ground where

the pay train was held up.

Now, don't tell me they

got away with the payroll.

You should have asked that

fellow that rode by here.

Well, say, that's mighty

serious for the railroad.

Where were you, Jeff?

Now drink your tea, and

you'll both be feeling easier.

How much did they get? A mail sack full.

A mail sack?

Will you drink your tea and stop

staring like there was bullets in it.

Well, out here, Mollie, you never can

tell where you're gonna find a bullet.

That's right. A man

can't even trust a friend.

Hello.

There's no letters for you, I'm

not boiling tea for the house...

and we don't want to

make up a male quartet.

Captain Butler's a little

upset over a pay train holdup.

Too bad, bucko. Somebody

put one over on you?

Maybe.

You've had your refreshment, Jeff,

and now you'll want to be traveling...

after the robbers.

Sounds like good advice.

Maybe.

Lost something? No.

I just thought I might find the

bottle that broke that window.

You know, there's a

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