Virginia City Page #9

We mustn't let the others know.

Means too much to them.

We'll tell them it's a mistake,

that this isn't the place.

We haven't reached it yet.

You go back to the wagons, John,

and tell them.

Come on.

Go back to your wagons, men.

There's been a mistake.

I'm afraid we'll have to go further on.

I want to talk.

I know what you've been going through.

It's worse for you than the rest. You've got

the responsibility of all these people.

I've got a job to do.

I know.

They've been through so much already,

all of them.

Julia, you don't regret anything, do you?

Regret?

- What do you mean?

- You've changed.

You've been different ever since...

Tell me, what's on your mind?

Oh, it's just these people,

they can't go on.

- We can't make them, Vance, it's inhuman.

- War is inhuman, Julia.

We're going on, just as long

as we have the strength to go on.

How many days will that be

without food and water? Two, maybe three?

There's nothing but desert

between here and Texas.

That doesn't matter.

We're just a few. Thousands will suffer

if we fail. We gotta get through.

Come on, Julia, we're moving. Come on.

"Cobby Gill, age 11."

It must have been pretty tough for him.

For one of them, especially.

You sure was right

about that gold train, Kerry.

That's the way they're headed, all right.

Walton, Brown.

- Yes, sir.

- Ride back to Major Drewery's camp.

- Tell him to follow us as quickly as he can.

- Yes, sir.

They started out with 10 wagons,

now they only have four.

Whatever money they got is in those four,

that's a cinch.

I figured we'd run onto them about here.

You figured? Didn't I tell you?

Yes, I've often wondered

what I'd do without you two.

You see?

Who's that?

Dismount.

I'll be doggoned.

Take these horses

and keep them out of sight.

Tarnation.

That bunch is all tired. Wore out.

Maybe we give them little surprise, huh?

The rest of you stay here

and keep them covered.

Bed down your horses

and start your fires.

Watch the children.

Hold on, Murrell.

- Hello.

- What do you want here?

I have some business to talk with Irby.

He's finished his business with you.

Maybe he thinks so, but not me.

For the fine service I have given him,

two little bags of gold is not enough.

You named your price and we paid it.

Now, get out of here.

I think maybe you tell Irby

I want to talk with him, huh?

It's Murrell.

Doggone, tarnation.

It's the Yank, Bradford.

Hold your fire, men. Let them come in.

Don't shoot at them. Hold your fire.

- Thanks, Irby.

- Forget it.

This turned into a pretty good fracas.

Yeah.

How'd you learn to wing-shoot?

In Afghanistan, the kids do it.

- How much ammunition have you got?

- Plenty.

Vance!

- Oh, Vance.

- Let's get his shirt open.

Yes.

That's a bad one. Dr. Cameron?

Bradford?

- Yes.

You take command, will you?

- Right. Don't worry.

- Yes.

Get him comfortable, doctor.

We'll get him on a cot.

- Vance.

- That's right.

- Julia.

Come over here. Follow me, quick.

Come on.

Now, line up shoulder to shoulder.

Now, hold your fire.

And when they get close,

let them have a little volley.

All right.

If I ever get my hands

on that cow-hided Murrell again...

...I'll make him squall like a mashed cat.

Once more.

Now, we hold off until daylight.

And when the sun comes up,

we finish off this wagon train pretty quick.

Better build that barricade higher.

Get a little sleep if you can, Vance.

Thanks, doc.

Too bad, Irby.

I'm sorry.

I was hoping you'd come.

What's our chance of holding out?

Not much, frankly.

As soon as daylight comes

they'll be down on us again.

Our only hope's Drewery.

When?

Tomorrow, maybe. Maybe not for days.

About the gold...

It's cost us so much.

If any of us gets through...

...I'd like it to do some good.

So would I, but that's not up to me.

What happens to the gold,

that's out of my hands.

No, it isn't.

It was your job to get us and you did it.

Anyway, the South can't win now,

but the gold still belongs to our people.

After the war, they'll need it to help

thousands like them throughout the South.

I thought because of Julia, you might...

I told you, whatever happens to the gold

is not up to me.

I promise you one thing, though.

Murrell won't get it.

But if Drewery...

That's all I can promise.

Where is it?

Under the floorboards of the wagons.

Right.

Too bad you and I had to be

on opposite sides of the fence in this.

I think we might have been friends.

Thanks.

Marble.

Moose.

How is he?

How's Irby?

Oh, he's pretty bad, poor fella.

I don't think he'll make it.

- He told me where the gold is.

- Where?

- Under the floorboards of the wagons.

- Well, I'll be.

Look, get every able-bodied men in camp.

Get all of that gold

into the first wagon there.

And speed it up,

we've only got two hours till dawn.

Boys, come on.

You two men go with them.

- Dr. Cameron?

- Yes, what is it?

- How much gunpowder have we got?

- Kegs of it.

Get out two kegs and a length of fuse.

- What are you trying to do?

- We're moving the gold.

What for? What are you gonna do with it?

I haven't time for explanations now.

So you're taking the gold

and running out on us?

- I'm afraid I misjudged you, Bradford.

- Did you?

Well, look, doctor,

you take care of the wounded...

...and I'll worry about the rest, huh?

Come on. Here, hitch this horse up.

- Who told you where the gold was?

- Irby.

- You'd better go to him, Julia.

- Vance wouldn't trust you.

You've tricked him and now you plan

to use us to take what's still ours.

Oh, I'd rather Murrell got it

than the North.

I don't use those people who trust me.

In any case, this time tomorrow none of us

will care who has the gold or where it is...

...because we probably won't be alive.

There'll be a certain rough justice

about that.

What do you know about justice?

What do you know...?

I'm sorry we don't understand each other,

Julia.

- Come on.

We're all loaded, Kerry.

All right, Marble, you take the lines.

Now, the rest of you men, get

on those wheels and start the load rolling.

Don't let her sink in the sand. Come on.

Bring the wagon nearer,

close under that ledge as possible.

Now, unhitch the horses

and get them out of there.

Right, one more keg.

Now, the fuse.

There it is. Come on.

Doggone scissor-bills, here they come again.

Thicker than hair on a dog's back.

I got him for you, Yank.

Father.

Father.

Why, you...

You dirty rat.

I'll kill you. I'll kill you.

They killed him. They killed him.

Think it's gonna rain?

It always does.

Here. Hold this.

Follow me...

They ain't shooting. Watch them fall.

Vance.

How many men did you lose?

What you see here is all that's left, sir.

Is the gold safe?

Well, where is it? Let's have a look at it.

There isn't any gold.

Is this your idea of a joke,

Bradford? Answer my question.

Have you searched the wagons?

I told you, sir, there isn't any gold.

Why, that's absurd.

Do you think I followed you

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