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-Quite.

Mr. Blake, I want you to know

Homer Kettle, my assistant.

-This is Pat Grogan, our foreman.

-How do you do, gentlemen?

-How're you, sonny?

-Glad to know you, Blake.

The last leg of your trip

must have been rather lonesome.

Well, I didn't mind that as much

as I did the dust.

I could do with a bath.

A bath?

Yes. Don't you approve of them?

Well, if the weather's hot and

you're near a river.

I ain't got a thing again them.

What type of work would you prefer

to be assigned to, Mr. Blake?

Why, anything at all.

I had some engineering

at Harvard...

and I know the Morse Code

inside out.

I think we can

figure out something.

For the present, why don't you run

on over to the hotel and...

take your bath

and we'll have a little talk later.

Thank you very much.

Good day, gentlemen.

...and you, too.

-Well, the...

Aw!

-Oh, Mr. Blake.

-Yes?

-I'm sorry.

-Sorry?

-Because I understand Morse Code?

-Yes.

No, I mean l...

You'll have to excuse me.

I have work to do.

Well, anyway, I'm happy

to have met you, Miss Creighton.

You are the big boss sister,

aren't you?

-Yes, but how'd you know?

-How did I know?

You both have that intense look.

Does the great Western outdoors

do that to you?

No, it's people we meet

from the East.

Some people you meet are going

to insist on meeting you again.

So I won't say goodbye now.

Whoa, there. Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

There, see?

Thank you very much. By the way,

could you direct me to the hotel?

It's on Main Street.

Take your first turning to the right

and go down two streets.

Thank you very much.

Just a minute, young man.

-Do you know who I am?

-I haven't the faintest idea.

I'm the Provisional Governor

of the Territory of Nebraska.

You are? When you come up

for reelection I'll vote for you.

You don't vote

for a provisional Governor.

He's appointed by the president.

The next time I'm in Washington,

I'll put in a good word for you.

Watch out!

Would you mind telling me what that

was that just passed through here?

That is the son

of tough old Arad Blake...

who made a fortune hauling freight

through the Cumberland Gap...

...in the 30s.

-Arad Blake!

-That?

-Yes.

His father thinks a job with Western

Union'll make a man out of him.

Make a man.

When I was back East, Arad gave me

fifty thousand dollars for the line.

I see. You got

the son with the money.

Good heavens.

Do you see what I see?

Well, here I am.

All ready for work.

So I see.

Where'd you get that outfit?

-In town?

-Oh, no, New York.

I wanted to be sure of the fit.

-Not bad, huh?

-Blake, this is Shaw, our scout.

-How do you do?

-Howdy.

Well, a nice looking bunch of

horses you have here.

Glad you like them.

-Do you ride?

-Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.

Them ain't livery stable animals.

Some of them are pretty wild.

Well, that's the way I like them.

Would you mind

picking out one for me?

I'd be delighted.

Take that black one over there.

-This way, please.

-Excuse-me.

Somebody better call Doc Murdoch.

He don't mean it!

He's just fooling!

Go on! Stay with him!

Whoa! Whoa!

Steady, steady boy!

Whoa!

Steady.

Steady, boy.

Yeah. Nice animal, gentlemen.

You haven't anything else

you'd like me to try?

No.

A little present for you, Homer.

-He's quite a talker, ain't he?

-Quite a rider, too.

-Hello, Mr. Blake.

-Hello.

-My brother isn't in right now.

-That's good.

-Won't you have a chair?

-Thank you.

Evening, Mr. Blake.

Hello.

Well, I guess

I'd better be running along.

So soon?

Well, I just thought I'd wish you

a happy Fourth of July.

But that's tomorrow.

Well, I thought I'd be the first,

but I see I wasn't.

Was that what you came for, too,

Mr. Shaw?

Uh huh.

Well, I reckon I'd better

be going along, too.

Good night... both of you.

Thanks for dropping by.

Good night.

-Adis.

-Good night.

I didn't have a chance

to tell you before...

but you did all right today

on that bucking horse.

That wasn't so bad.

They gave you the worst critter

in the lot.

You always do that with every

tenderfoot, don't you?

Depends on the tenderfoot.

Well, I'm sorry I disappointed

all of you...

but I was riding horses

before I could walk.

-Good night.

-Good night.

You going my way?

A transcontinental telegraph line...

has long been the dream

of Americans.

Now it is to become a reality.

A great reality

that will eventually...

triumph over hardship

and privation.

It now gives me great pleasure...

to present the chief Engineer

of Western Union...

Mr. Edward Creighton.

Hurray!

I've just received a message

here, which...

better than any words of mine, will

explain the urgency of our task.

"Allow me to wish you Godspeed

on a journey...

that will do much to help this Union

in its hour of greatest need.

It is imperative

that our Government...

have quick communication

with the West."

The message is signed

"Abraham Lincoln".

Let her go, boys.

You're happy, aren't you?

Every man is when his dream

begins to materialize.

I know.

It's things like this that make some

women wish they'd been born men.

Well, don't forget

you've got a job to do, too.

-Goodbye, Sue.

-Goodbye, Edward. God bless you.

Something tells me I'm going

to miss dear old Omaha.

Me, too.

I hate to say it, Miss Creighton,

but I'm afraid this is goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Blake.

You'll take care of my brother,

won't you?

I'll do my best, ma'am.

Don't you want him to take care

of me, too?

I'll do that, too.

-Adis, Miss Creighton.

-Goodbye!

I'm leaving Cheyenne

I'm off the mountain

Goodbye, old Paint

I'm leaving Cheyenne

Goodbye, old Paint

Hey!

Hey!

Stop that hollering

and watch where you're going.

Five miles from Omaha

and I'm a cripple already.

Come on there.

Men, we're doing fine.

Eleven miles in two days...

but we've got to do better.

This is prairie country. We've got

to make every minute count because...

soon we're gonna hit the hills and

we're liable to run into trouble.

Now that's all. Let's turn in now

and get a good night's sleep.

Tomorrow we'll get at it again,

bright and early.

Steady.

Steady.

-Hello, Mr. Shaw.

-Evening, Miss Creighton.

Well, I didn't expect to see you.

Is there anything wrong?

No, nothing wrong.

We're just a few miles out...

...so I sort of thought that...

-Good.

-Sit down.

-Thanks.

You see, I had some unfinished

business here and l...

Good evening, Mr. Shaw.

I had some

unfinished business, too.

Hello.

Well, at least you two'll have

company on your ride back.

Get Doc Murdoch, quick!

-Is he hurt bad?

-He's pretty badly hurt.

Herb! What happened?

Indians got the cattle.

-We did the best we could.

-Sure you did. Where's Frank?

They killed him.

Here's where you and me

start getting that extra dollar.

Bullet went

right through you, Herb.

Hadn't ought to be no trouble

at all.

Let's get him to my tent, boys.

I'll have more light to work by.

Come on, grab hold, Cooky.

He won't kick you.

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