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Tomahawk,

Tomahawk,

gonna

get

me

a

thing

to

Tomahawk

Now

come

on

out

away

I

got

a

wide

enough

watch

and

a

mustache

Cut

fence

to

come

to

my

hair

I

sure

will

be

hooping

it

up

as

soon

as

I

get

there

They

got

the

best

excuse

to

Tomahawk,

Tomahawk,

Tomahawk

Let's

make

shooting

Tomahawk

So

the

dead

men

say

Tomahawk,

Tomahawk,

Tomahawk,

Tomahawk

Now

come

on

out

away

Tomahawk,

Tomahawk,

Tomahawk,

Tomahawk

Tomahawk,

Tomahawk,

Tomahawk,

Tomahawk

This

is

the

Tomahawk

and

Weston

Railroad

Built

in

to

and

over

the

Rockies

of

Colorado

Where

they

said

it

was

impossible

to

lay

a

track

and

run

a

train

But

the

experts

were

wrong

For

here's

the

first

train

to

go

out

over

the

high

iron

Hold

by

engine

number

one,

the

Emma

Sweeney

A

narrow

gauge

10

wheeler

of

some

33

odd

tons

Engine

number

one

was

built

in

Philadelphia

by

the

Baldwin

locomotive

works

She

is

the

latest

design,

sleek

and

modern

And

is

equipped

with

a

newly

invented

air

brake

Her

kerosene

headlight,

which

is

the

personal

property

of

her

engineer

Can

throw

a

gleam

25

feet

ahead

of

her

She

is

very

fast

and

can

attain

speeds

in

excess

of

35

miles

per

hour

Yes,

it

would

be

safe

to

say

that

on

this

September

day

1800s,

the

train

was

stopped

In

1876,

she

is

the

last

word

In

1843,

was

then

I

met

sweet

Biddy

McGee

An

elegant

girl,

she

seemed

to

be

while

working

on

the

railroad

An

elegant

girl,

she

seemed

to

be

while

working

on

the

railroad

In

1847,

sweet

Biddy

McGee,

she

went

to

heaven

She

had

one

child,

she

had

eleven

while

working

on

the

railroad

Had

one

child,

she

had

eleven

while

working

on

the

railroad

Say,

does

this

bother

you?

Does

that

don't

bother

me?

Well,

what

makes

you

so

nervous?

I

don't

want

to

spoil

your

ride,

Mr.

Jamison

What

do

you

mean?

Well,

considering

all

the

people

that

want

something

awful

to

happen

on

this

railroad

My

opinion,

we're

going

too

fast

What

are

you

talking

about?

The

railroad

helps

everybody

Who'd

want

something

awful

to

happen

to

it?

The

stage

company's

going

out

of

business

on

account

of

it?

There

was

another

narrow

-gauge

railroad

just

like

this

one

The

Silverton

short

line

They

were

going

to

put

the

stagecoach

company

out

of

business

too

The

first

train

out

over

the

right

away,

everything

was

great

So

it

got

to

the

bridge

over

Devils

Canyon

So?

There

wasn't

any

Well,

if

anything

was

going

to

happen

to

this

railroad,

what

would

have

happened

before

this?

How?

The

train

had

never

been

run

before

You

mean

that

this

is

the

first

trip?

I

do

You

mean

I'm

the

first

passenger?

You

are

the

first

and

only

passenger

We

are

going

too

fast

Let

her

go

My

score

Missed

Well,

anyway,

it'll

hold

them

for

a

while

Pick

them

off

like

ducks,

Dakota

Don't

be

a

fool,

Dawson's

saying

I

thought

it

was

supposed

to

look

accident

-like

Glory

B,

I

hope

we

didn't

put

a

plan

on

the

drivers

Everything

all

right,

Mr.

Sweeney?

All

I

got

to

say

is

this

is

mighty

quick

country

Not

this

quick,

though

Who

is

this?

What's

a

passenger?

Mr.

Jamison,

that's

Terris

Sweeney,

the

engineer

Sweeney,

please,

to

meet

you

Meet

Saddice

Tatum,

smoke

agent,

the

fire

boy,

that

is

You

were

saying...

I

was

saying,

Mr.

Sweeney,

that

somebody

doesn't

like

your

tea

kettle

Don't

call

Miss

Sweeney

a

tea

kettle

She's

the

prettiest

hand

wheeler

this

side

of

the

Rockies

Well,

she

last

year's

Meaning

what?

Meaning

that

one

rock

don't

make

a

landslide

A

lot

of

smaller

stuff

would've

come

down

with

it

Now,

now,

Mr.

Jamison,

nothing

of

the

kind

You

get

aboard

and

relax

And

I'll

walk

on

to

Ebertapp

and

get

some

men

to

push

this

pebble

off

the

rails

That's

all

right,

but

I

always

thought

proper

etiquette

was

for

a

captain

to

stay

with

his

ship

And

a

conductor

to

stay

with

his

train

So

it

is,

so

it

is

But

I

don't

think

we're

going

to

need

any

help

I

think

Miss

Sweeney

can

push

it

off

by

herself

Well,

just

in

case

she

can,

I'll

go

on

ahead

I'll

have

the

sheriff

send

some

help

The

walk

will

do

me

good

I'll

meet

you

boys

at

the

Oberlin

office

Or

Trankas

Tell

the

Colonel

what

happened

here

Yeah,

right,

Dakota

Hey!

Hey,

you

fellas!

Get

him

up

No

offense,

fellas

No

offense

Speak

your

piece,

dude

Well,

I

was

on

my

way

to

Ebertapp

and

his

train

had

a

laxative

Thought

you

fellas

might

give

me

a

hitch

Drummer,

eh?

Yes,

indeedy

Best

in

the

west

All

right,

dude

Climb

up

and

shut

up

Thanks

very

much

But

you

know

you

shouldn't

throw

down

a

scatter

gun

on

a

fella

like

that

You

might

get

yourself

punctuated

Not

when

I

got

the

drop

But

you

don't

got

the

drop

Not

that

I

hold

with

guns

A

fella

has

to

carry

one,

but

I

don't

hold

with

them

Would

you

mind

holding

this

for

me,

please?

Thank

you

And

you

too

I'll

just

jump

right

up

here

if

you

give

me

a

stirrup

Okay

Thank

you

Who's

that?

Colonel

Dawson,

he

owns

the

stagecoach

line

Oh,

shut

up

Well,

what's

the

prize,

fellas?

Howdy

How

do

you

do,

friend?

My

name

is

Johnny

Jamison,

but

my

friends

call

me

J...

Something

I

can

do

for

you,

gentlemen?

You

can

raise

your

mitts

or

I'll

cut

you

off

pocket

high

You

kid

Dodge

Kid

Dodge?

Who,

me?

No,

I'm

Chuckety

Jones

Where

is

he?

Well,

Mr.

Dodge's

in

his

office

there

He's

busy,

he's

tied

up

now

Fellas,

if

I

was

you,

I

wouldn't

let

Mr.

Dodge

catch

you

hanging

around

here

Because

he

can

put

a

bullet

through

your

buttonhole

and

coo

you

and

never

even

touch

your

shirt

We'll

wait

Grandpa,

don't

you

pull

away

from

me

Stop

doing

that

I'm

gonna

tie

this

tie

no

matter

what

Grandpa,

will

you

sit

still?

Oh,

it's

too

tight

Oh,

it

is

not

I

say

it's

too

tight

Come

on,

kid,

for

heaven's

sake,

let

her

tie

your

tie

Last

message

we

got

said

the

train

had

passed

10

mile

tower

She'll

be

here

any

minute

You

should

come

now

I

don't

want

to

get

you

ready,

but

the

last

thing

I

do

Get

up

here

now

No,

sir,

by

glory

Neither

you

nor

my

own

granddaughter

gonna

hog

timing

in

the

store

bought

and

closed

Marshall,

listen

to

me

There's

a

lot

at

stake

in

this

little

railroad

I'm

not

talking

about

any

personal

advantages

to

me

I'm

talking

about

this

country

and

what'll

happen

to

Colorado

when

this

railroad

goes

through

It's

the

opening

of

the

West

Kid

It

means

getting

the

wealth

of

a

nation

out

of

the

Far

Mountains

Plenty

of

folks

don't

want

this

railroad

Dawson

and

his

overland

gang

But

these

people

are

only

thinking

of

themselves,

not

their

country

This

job

has

got

to

be

done

and

it's

got

to

be

done

right

Well,

since

you

put

it

that

way,

Mr.

Bishop

Let's

get

it

done

Grandpa,

I

got

him

Okay,

Kit

We're

beholded

to

you,

Miss

Kit

Oh,

not

me,

Mr.

Brink

He

was

Grandpa's

meet

What'll

we

do

with

this

one,

Miss

Kit?

Oh,

put

him

in

jail

and

we'll

give

him

a

fair

trial

this

afternoon

and

hang

him

first

thing

tomorrow

morning

Well,

Chockety?

Call

him,

Johnny,

behind

the

dues

What's

he

doing

around

here,

sir?

He

told

me

he

was

selling

subscriptions

for

the

Saturday

evening

post

That's

the

truth,

magazines

and

mustache

cups

Colorado

and

Utah,

here's

the

samples

Was

it

healed?

Searching,

couldn't

find

them

Hey,

our

friend,

nice

assortment

of

mustache

cups

You

could

use

one,

too

All

the

Saturday

evening

post

Don't

often

see

that

in

a

town

like

this,

do

you?

What's

this?

That's

not

for

sale

No

You

ever

been

to

a

necktie

party?

No

Well,

you're

going

to

one

tomorrow

And

it's

gonna

be

yours

Now,

wait

a

minute,

you

can't

do

this

to

me,

I'm

innocent

You

was

in

with

those

other

coyotes?

How

do

you

think

I

got

this

egg

on

my

head?

Do

you

think

a

chicken

laid

it?

Ask

him,

he

saw

it

That's

right,

Miss

Kit

Oh,

Chockety,

how

could

you

fall

for

an

old

trick

like

that?

Why'd

you

come

in

here

if

it

wasn't

to

turn

Grandpa's

lights

out?

To

tell

Mr.

Dodge

that

engine

number

one

At

the

Tomahawk

in

Western

is

stuck

five

miles

out

of

town

With

a

boulder

on

its

rails,

that's

why

I

came

in

a

town

That

makes

you

just

about

the

biggest

liar

in

the

state

of

Colorado

Well,

he

was

stuck,

a

Swinney

must

have

pushed

it

off

Look,

lady,

I'm

no

killer

What

you

got

to

do

is

check

with

him

when

they

get

here

They'll

tell

you

I

was

a

passenger

Now,

that'd

sound

reasonable

If

I

was

feeling

reasonable

and

I'm

not

I'm

going

to

give

you

a

chance

to

get

out

of

town

But

if

you're

inside

the

city

limits

by

sundown

You're

going

to

become

a

permanent

resident

Just

who

do

you

think

you

are?

Look,

lady,

this

is

a

free

country

I'm

a

citizen,

I

got

to

write

the

come

and

go

as

I

please

And

I

just

got

here

Mr.

You

just

left

Russian

Marys,

son,

that's

almost

a

haircut

Next

time

it

might

be

almost

a

shave

I'll

be

back

She

can't

do

this

to

me

Oh,

yes

she

can

That

gal

ain't

no

ordinary

gal

There's

six

lonesome

graves

and

boot

hill

on

the

counter

here

Mr.

Bishop,

Mr.

Bishop,

she's

here

Your

entrance

is

coming,

we

can

see

the

smoke

down

in

there

Get

back

there,

son

I'll

be

right

over

Well,

doctor

Fair

to

Midland

Fair

to

Midland,

get

down

here,

doc

Yes,

sir,

Mr.

Dice

I

wouldn't

trust

you

with

a

dead

mule

Yes,

sir

Fair

to

Midland

For

heaven's

sake,

Kip,

what

are

we

going

to

do?

You're

in

no

condition

to

travel

I'll

tell

you

what

we're

going

to

do

Get

honey,

come

here

Chuck,

can

you

get

a

badge

out

of

the

drawer

there?

Raise

your

right

hand

You

swear,

solemn,

do

up

hold

the

laws

of

the

United

States

and

the

state

of

Colorado?

So

help

me,

Grandpa

Give

me

the

badge

In

the

presence

of

these

witnesses

I

hereby

deputize

you,

United

States

Marshal

La

Plata

County,

state

of

Colorado

Oh,

Grandpa,

you

don't

mean

it

This

is

absolutely

impossible

Why?

She

can

out

ride,

out

shoot

and

out

spit

any

road

agent

this

side

of

Pike's

Peak

and

she's

taken

over

You

leave

everything

to

me,

Grandpa

I'll

rest

a

day

and

then

short

cut

across

the

mountain

to

Tomahawk

and

a

good

horse

I'll

get

there

for

you,

Will

Yes,

sir,

Grandpa

Uh,

hold

on,

granddaughter

I

got

to

talk

to

you

about

something

Pustin'

all

that

is

I'll

wait

for

you

outside,

Miss

Kip

Kip

This

is

the

first

time

you

get

the

trail

alone,

you

know

I

mean,

uh,

I

won't

be

there

to

keep

any

eye

on

you

You

know

what

I

mean?

Uh

-uh

Yeah

Well,

uh,

sit

down

here

a

minute

It's

like

the

bees

and

the

flowers,

Kip

The

flowers

get

all

full

of

honey

and

then

the

bees

start

flocking

to

them

like

When

a

girl

gets

to

be

your

age

it

means

well,

uh,

it

means

she

ain't

quite

the

same

here

and

there

like

she

was

before

she

reached

your

age

You

know?

Don't

follow,

Grandpa

You

don't

No

Girls

are

girls,

see

And

boys

are

boys,

see

And

it's

nature's

law

that

that

Well,

that's

how

it

goes

What

I'm

trying

to

say

is

I'm

trusting

you,

honey

Oh,

you

can

trust

me,

Grandpa

I'll

get

that

engine

through

in

one

piece

No,

that's

not

the

engine

I'm

worried

about

getting

through

in

one

piece

I

don't

get

you,

Grandpa

You'd

better

get

going,

honey

and

be

a

good

girl

Sure,

Grandpa

and

you

take

care

of

yourself

So

long

There,

pony

Did

you

get

the

message?

Well,

thank

the

Lord

If

any

sidewinder

starts

sweet

-talking

that

gal

you've

got

my

blessing

to

part

his

hair

with

your

racks

Hello,

Decauter

Hello,

Clayton

Hi,

Decauter

Congratulations

to

Cote

on

the

way

you've

handled

things

Take

it

easy,

Colonel

I

thought

that

rock

didn't

work

I

told

Trancas

to

try

it

and

he'll

have

a

stretcher

oak

tomorrow

morning

What?

Now

listen

to

me

and

get

this

straight

once

and

for

all

This

is

the

way

we're

going

to

operate

Decauter,

you

join

up

with

the

posse

that's

taken

the

engine

to

Tomahawk

They'll

need

a

top

hand

now

that

old

man

Dodge

can't

go

along

But

you

and

Charlie

and

Fargo

follow

their

trail

drift

into

the

camp

the

coat

I'll

cover

for

you

When

everybody's

hit

the

sack

you

plant

dynamite

under

that

engine

and

light

it

Sure,

Colonel

Black

Wolf,

go

into

the

hills

find

the

Arapahos

stir

them

up

tell

them

what

the

iron

horse

will

do

how

it'll

scare

their

buffalo

away

If

Indians

make

war

maybe

they

kill

us

too

That's

a

chance

we'll

have

to

take

get

up

Get

away

now

Stand

back

now

and

keep

your

paws

off

of

Miss

Sweeney

and

give

her

the

back

of

your

hand

Get

off

of

this

Sweeney,

my

name

is

William

Bishop

glad

to

see

you,

Mr

Bishop

I

guess

you're

glad

to

see

me

too

I

guess

you

thought

we'd

never

make

it,

huh?

Well,

you

haven't

made

it

yet.

Let's

go

on

the

station.

Take

care

of

Miss

Sweeney,

sad

eyes.

All

right,

now

stand

back.

No

touching.

Mr.

Bishop.

Sent

the

news

up

to

Tomahawk,

but

ain't

sure

it

got

through.

I

think

the

Mrigskans

cut

the

lines.

Never

rains,

but

it

pours.

What's

all

the

whaling

for?

How

far

is

this

Tomahawk?

Sixty

miles.

You

got

to

get

there

for

Saturday

noon.

Sixty

miles?

Why,

Miss

Sweeney

can

knock

off

a

run

like

that

in

a

couple

of

hours.

You'll

find

it'll

take

a

little

longer.

Moms?

They

don't

bother

my

girl,

then.

No

track.

She

built

to

take

the

Rockies

themselves.

She

got

plenty

of

weight

on

her

drivers,

and

when

she

take...

No

track.

Between

here

and

Dead

Horse

Point,

that

is.

The

rails

they

shipped

us

were

mingling.

It

got

lost

in

the

storm,

the

Straits

of

Magellan.

We

never

did

finish

the

right

of

way.

But

at

Dead

Horse

Point,

the

track

begins

again.

How

far

is

Dead

Horse

Point?

Forty

miles.

Forty

miles?

But,

Mr

Bishop,

I

got

33

tons

of

locomotive

outside.

How

am

I

going

to

get

to

Tomahawk

without

track?

Hell

of

that!

Mr

Sweeney!

Oh,

stop

your

squawing.

Turn

to

foot

and

kill

the

fires

in

the

boiler.

Come

on,

you

mules!

We

haven't

got

all

day.

Chockety?

Chockety,

get

these

mules

up

and

keep

them

happy.

Get

them

out

of

that

dood

out

there

in

the

front.

Shake

your

balls!

Come

on,

you

heard

what

the

lady

said.

Get

them

mules

straight

in

the

round

there.

Come

on,

boys.

Bring

them

around

there

in

the

back.

Move

it.

Hold

this

thing

right

here,

that's

it.

Bring

them

around

there

in

the

back.

Bring

them

around

in

the

back

there.

Bring

them

around.

Are

you

in

charge

here,

ma

'am?

I

reckon.

I

was

on

my

way

up

to

Tomahawk

and

figured

maybe

you

could

use

an

extra

gun

on

the

trail.

And

who

are

you?

I

call

me

Dakota,

Mr

Rove

and

Wrangler.

You

notch

that

plow

handle

every

time

you

rope

a

cab?

Fellas

bound

to

pick

up

a

few

notches

in

the

course

of

living.

Oh,

die.

And

how

to

use

that

thing?

Yes,

ma

'am.

Wild

Bill

Hickard

taught

me.

They

don't

come

no

better.

Then

him

or

you?

Me.

Pawnee,

go

find

a

tin

can

for

dead

-eyed

Dickie.

You

shoot

from

over

there.

Boys!

Be

healthier

with

your

heads

down.

I

need

tosses

that

you

draw

on

fire.

You

ready?

Have

been.

Yes,

sir,

that's

pretty

good

shooting,

mister.

Why'd

you

say

you

were

heading

for

Tomahawk?

To

tell

the

truth,

ma

'am.

I

hear

they

need

a

new

sheriff

up

there.

Oh,

peace

officer.

We

need

every

hand

we

can

get

Dakota.

You

know

how

to

skin

a

mule?

I'm

stubborn

myself.

See

those

skinners

get

him

hitched

up

right

to

that

engine.

Yes,

ma

'am.

And

if

there's

anything

else

I

can

do

for

you,

you

just

wiggle

your

little

pinky.

He's

kind

of

pretty.

Oh,

boy.

Oh,

you

say

that

about

all

the

boys.

Kit,

Kit.

Yes,

Mr

Bishop?

Troubled

lots

of

it.

And

what's

the

hitch?

Mr

Larimer

has

just

discovered

something

terrible.

And

this

charter

will

have

been

fulfilled

if

said

company

shall

be

operating

a

train

between

Epitaph

and

Tomahawk

by

noon

of

September

5th,

1876,

with

at

least

one

paying

passenger

given

safe

transportation

between

said

cities.

We've

got

to

have

a

passenger.

Kit,

for

heaven's

sake,

go

and

see

if

you

can't

find

some

greenhorn.

Nobody's

very

keen

for

the

Tomahawk

trail,

right

now,

Mr

Bishop.

But

if

we

don't

get

a

passenger,

we've

forfeit

everything.

I

can't

promise.

I'll

try.

Come

on,

me.

The

overland

will

have

road

agents

all

the

way.

Nothing

doing.

I

don't

want

no

rapper

who

hair

cut.

Not

on

your

life.

We'll

draw

straws.

Not

me,

brother.

Have

a

ticket,

please.

You

want

a

ticket?

That's

right,

old

timer,

on

the

first

train

out

of

town.

I'll

give

him

a

ticket,

Homer.

Mr,

we

only

got

one

train.

That's

fine.

It's

going

no

place

but

Tomahawk.

That's

still

fine.

What

time

does

she

leave?

Just

as

soon

as

you

buy

your

ticket.

That'll

be

two

dollars

hard

money,

mister.

You

sure

you

want

to

go?

I

couldn't

be

sure,

huh?

Bear

me

witness,

dude.

It

ain't

on

my

head.

What

ain't

on

your

head?

Your

blood.

Blood?

His

train's

off

the

track.

Who

told

you?

Who

told

me

why?

Mr

Bishop,

what

are

we

going

to

do?

We're

all

hitched

and

ready,

and

I

can't

find

any...

You.

I

told

you

to

get

out

of

this

town

by

sundown.

Now,

wait

a

second,

Kit.

You

can't

talk

to

him

like

that.

You

can't?

He's

our

passenger.

He

bought

the

ticket

to

Tomahawk.

Him?

Well,

I'll

be

dog

-gone

if

I'll

ride

her

down

a

toll

that

helped

put

a

blue

whistler

into

my

grandpa.

For

the

last

time,

I

had

nothing

to

do

with

your

grandfather

getting

winged.

I

am

an

agent

for

the

Saturday

evening

post.

Now,

hold

on,

Kit.

Personal

feelings

have

nothing

to

do

with

it.

It's

your

job

to

take

the

train

to

Tomahawk

and

give

its

passenger

safe

conduct.

You

mean

I

got

to

take

care

of

this

fellow?

As

if

he

were

your

own

husband.

All

right.

But

the

minute

we

get

to

Tomahawk,

I'm

going

to

become

a

widow.

Departing

on

track

one...

Only

got

one

track.

That's

what

I

said.

Departing

on

track

one...

The

Tomahawk

Trailblazer.

All

aboard.

Hey,

Mr

Sweeney,

it's

me.

I'm

going

with

you.

Then

you're

out

of

your

head.

What's

he

doing

on

him?

You

better

get

aboard.

What

are

we

having,

Pearl?

No

cars?

No

cars.

All

right,

now,

hold

that

police

team

right

there.

That's

it.

Now,

the

next

three

teams

back

up

here.

Give

them

some

slack

on

this

chain.

That's

it.

Back

them

up.

Come

on.

Don't

be

all

day.

Come

on.

Back

them

up.

Oh,

mini

-

Pearl.

Whoa!

I

hit

you

with

a

head.

No

track?

No

track.

Yeah.

Well,

I

think

I...

Hey,

this

is

your

ticket.

It's

been

a

slight

misunderstanding.

I

thought

it

was

on

the

right.

All

right.

Get

him,

boys.

Get

him.

Go

ahead.

Let's

go!

Get

here.

Get

here.

Get

here.

Get

here.

Get

here.

Get

here.

Come

on,

hold

my...

Let

me

off

of

here!

What

happened,

Chuck?

Mini

-

Pearl

just

stepped

over

at

Trace's.

We'll

get

him

stuck

in

a

minute.

Hey,

sir,

where's

the

seat?

Sir...

Hey,

killer.

Sir,

your

laundry's

here.

What's

the

trouble?

I

can

come

with

you

to

the

market.

I

have

some

things

to

do.

I

must

get

to

Tommy

Hawk.

It's

been

two

months.

I

don't

get

your

plush.

He

says

he

wants

to

come

along.

He's

got

the

laundry.

The

laundry?

Got

the

laundry

for

Tommy

Hawk,

and

he's

been

waiting

two

months

to

get

there.

I'll

tell

him

I'm

full

up.

He

can

have

my

place.

You

heard

me.

Look,

this

fella

wants

to

be

a

passenger.

I

don't

want

to

be.

You

bought

the

ticket.

Well,

I'll

sell

it

to

him.

After

all,

you're

going

to

need

him

up

there.

You're

going

to

clean

up

the

town.

Tell

this

fella

no.

I

hope

you're

not

going

to

get

in

my

way.

Oh,

thank

you,

Missy.

Thank

you

very

much.

You

wouldn't

take

no

for

an

answer.

Hey,

you're

there!

Buster!

Me

and

my

trooper

bound

for

Tommy

Hawk,

and

we

like

to

travel

along

with

you.

Well,

the

out

-trade

isn't

going

to

be

any

place

for

ladies,

man.

Nobody

mentioned

ladies,

and

the

show

must

go

on.

You

mean

actresses?

My

dear.

How

sweet

of

you.

Won't

be

any

picnic.

You'll

have

to

pitch

in

and

help.

Pitching

will

be

no

problem

today.

All

right,

man.

Fall

in

and

keep

your

interval.

Girls!

Girls!

Annie!

Ruby!

Clara!

Julie!

Yeah,

honey?

Yes,

honey?

Come

on,

girls.

Get

to

the

stage

right

away.

We're

leaving.

Come

on,

come

on!

Please,

stand

back!

Gentlemen,

please!

Please,

stand

back!

Stop

it,

baby!

Stop

it!

Will

you

check

the

light

out

of

your

pants?

We're

hitting

the

road.

Come

on!

Get

him

up

and

go!

The

food

is

delicious,

but

the

service

leaves

just

a

little

to

be

desired.

The

food

is

delicious,

but

the

service

leaves

just

a

little

to

be

desired.

Your

shoulder,

please.

I've

used

it

a

little

while.

If

you

promise

not

to

run

away,

I'll

give

you

the

freedom

of

the

camp.

I

promise

you

nothing.

If

he

tries

to

jump

camp,

let

him

have

it.

Wait

a

minute.

You're

supposed

to

be

taking

care

of

me.

He'll

take

care

of

you.

How

do

you

like

her?

How

do

you

like

that?

Where

did

she

get

her

nerve?

I

couldn't

say.

Easy,

doesn't

it,

strangers?

Speak

your

peace.

We're

riding

in

line

for

the

Durango

telegraph.

The

Orapahoe

has

been

cut

in

wire.

We'd

sure

feel

the

heap

safer

bunking

in

your

camp

for

the

night.

Just

the

three

of

you.

Make

yourself

to

home.

Thank

you,

ma

'am.

You'll

only

fix

these

churns

up

with

some

biscuits

and

beans.

Hey,

madam,

how's

about

putting

her

on

the

show

for

the

crowd?

Come

on,

give

us

the

show.

I

missed

a

dog

-gone

thing

in

epitaph.

In

this

joint?

Sure,

ma

'am.

I

ain't

seen

a

lady's

ankle

in

three

years.

I

ain't

seen

a

lady

in

three

years.

None

of

your

lip

-fatty,

and

we

ain't

openin'

here

tonight.

You

put

it

on

the

worst

places

in

this?

Indeed.

Young

man,

we

have

played

the

finest

houses

in

Denver,

Dodge

City,

Deadwood

and

Durango.

How

about

that

one

-night

stand

and

lost

mule

flats?

You

were

there?

Very

well,

friends.

We

shall

put

on

the

show.

Only

on

one

condition.

There'll

be

no

flirting

with

my

girl.

Velvet

fingers,

the

curtain.

Ladies

and

gentlemen,

the

show

is

on.

Oh,

yo!

Jose!

Go

away!

Now,

some

men,

when

porting,

are

all

one

and

shy.

And

when

you

speak

to

them,

we'll

scarcely

reply.

While

some

are

so

forward,

you

cannot

deny.

They

cry,

and

they

lay,

they

ray.

And

that's

just

the

way

with

this

fella

named

Joe.

Whenever

I

need

him,

I'll

have

you

to

know.

He

always

insists

on

stealing

a

kiss.

Then

I

ought

to

end

half

the

say.

Hey!

Oh,

Joe!

Joe,

let

me

go!

Let

me

along

or

I'll

pass

the

buck.

Oh,

Joe!

Joe,

let

me

go!

Oh,

what

a

former

young

man!

Grandpa

could

catch

me

now.

I

bet

he'd

wail

a

living

tar

on

me.

Why?

I've

never

seen

a

real

show

before.

Isn't

it

wonderful?

It's

all

right

for

one

-night

stand.

Oh,

I

suppose

you

could

do

better.

Don't

go

away.

I'll

be

back.

You

see

here

before

you,

a

babe

in

the

work,

A

gent

who

is

constantly

misunderstood

by

me.

Well,

I'll

be

dark

gold.

Though

maybe

a

little

bit

faster,

Four

kisses

were

meant

to

be

taken

today.

Well,

girlies

are

blooming

in

tender

day.

But

just

because

I

like

to

show

them

the

way,

I'm

leading

them

straight

to

disaster,

they

say.

And

it's...

Oh,

Joe!

Joe,

let

me

go!

Let

me

along

or

I'll

pass

the

buck.

Oh,

Joe!

Joe,

let

me

go!

Oh,

what

a

former

young

man!

Joe!

Come

on!

Oh,

Joe!

Never,

never

go!

Kiss

me

again

like

a

cat.

You

are...

Oh

Joe

finetti

vote!

What

a

power.

What

a

power.

What

a

power,

John

Magnus.

Thank

you,

Johnny.

Thank

you,

Mr.

Sweeney.

I'll

have

the

carriage.

You

were

good.

Well,

thanks

to

you,

too.

Those,

uh...

Those

girls

sure

are

pretty,

aren't

they?

They

sure

are.

Grandbosses,

I'm

only

as

a

mudfist.

He's

crazy,

ain't

I

better

though?

You

mean...

I'm

as

pretty

as

they

are?

You're

prettier

than

they

are.

You

dry

-gulch

in

me.

Didn't

the

fella

tell

you

you

were

pretty?

Jim

Bailey

was

going

to

once.

Why

didn't

he?

Grandpa's

shouting.

Why?

Oh,

he

says

that's

Jezebel

talking.

If

a

gal

listens

to

it,

she'll

fall

into

the

pit.

Haven't

you

ever

known

the

other

fellas?

Only

my

grandpa.

Oh,

no.

I

mean

fellas

that

were

stuck

on

you.

You

know,

gentle

and

kind.

My

grandpa's

just

about

the

kindest

man

you'll

ever

meet.

Well,

I

recall

the

time

they

hanged

Buckskin

Tony.

And

they

didn't

fix

the

news

quite

right.

And

when

the

traps

sprung

there,

it

was

poor

old

Buckskin

jumping

like

a

frog

at

the

end

of

that

rope

with

his

tongue

sticking

out

like

a

black

snake.

And

you

know

what?

Poor

grandpa

just

couldn't

stand

it.

He

got

out

his

six

-gun

and

blew

Buckskin's

head

off

so

he

wouldn't

choke

to

death.

Well,

I

got

to

check

the

camp.

There's

no

hurry.

Lay

low.

When

the

camp's

better,

downline

a

fuse

and

let

her

blow.

Good

night,

Dakota.

Good

night,

Miss

Kitt.

Pardon

me.

Want

something?

What

in

blazes

are

you

doing

to

yourself,

ma

'am?

Just

trying

to

keep

body

and

soul

together.

I'm

not

going

to

let

you

down.

Meaning

what?

You

wouldn't

let

a

good

gun

get

rusty,

would

you?

Well,

no,

but

you're

not

talking

about...

Girls

got

to

build

on

what

she's

got

because

sometimes

she

hasn't

got

what

it

takes,

Savvy.

Well,

I

don't

do

all

that

to

myself.

How

do

I

look?

Like

a

well

-kept

grave.

Wait

a

minute.

Take

your

hair,

for

instance.

What

do

you

do

for

it?

I

brush

it

once

a

week.

I'll

keep

the

moths

out

of

it.

But

look,

girl,

if

you

just...

Rizz

it

a

little.

Like

this,

see?

You

get

real,

girl.

You're

really

a

very

pretty

girl,

you

know?

That's

what

Johnny

said.

A

pair

of

pretty

eyes,

they'll

knock

them

dead

at

50

feet.

Presuming

your

aim

is

good.

Aim?

Sure.

Pass

a

man.

He

stares

at

you.

So

you

aim.

Give

him

both

barrels.

Flood

your

glimmers

like

this.

Bang.

He's

a

dead

pigeon.

But

don't

shoot

till

they

see

the

whites

of

your

eyes.

Remember?

I

thought

you'd

hit

the

sack.

I

can.

Stars

are

too

bright.

It

is

a

pretty

night.

Them

stars

are

trying

to

twinkle

like

your

eyes,

Miss

Kitt.

My

grandpa

once

buried

a

man

for

seeing

a

thing

like

that

to

me.

It

might

be

worth

it.

Good

night.

Thanks,

Chuckety.

Can

you

play

that

thing?

Like

a

spaghet.

Good

night,

Johnny.

Good

night,

Mr.

Sweeney.

Miss

Manny,

got

something

in

your

eye?

Do

you

think

you

ought

to

sleep

with

the

girls?

No.

Well,

I'm

a

light

sleeper.

So

am

I.

What

I

mean

is

that

if

that

pistol

goes

off,

it's

sure

going

to

spoil

my

dreams.

If

you

go

off,

it's

sure

going

to

spoil

you.

You

know,

you

don't

look

like

a

killer.

I'll

come

here

to

take

it

up.

Miss

Kitt,

why

can't

you

believe

me?

I'm

not

a

killer.

I'm

a

drummer.

Where'd

you

learn

to

speak

to

Chinese?

San

Francisco's

Chinatown.

You

speak

any

other

Fong

tongues?

Speak

them

all.

Learn

them

in

my

travels.

Now

you

take

German.

Have

you

been

to

Germany?

No.

Milwaukee,

Wisconsin.

That's

the

city

where

they

make

beer.

A

lot

of

Germans

live

there.

I

was

on

the

trip

I

made

to

Minnesota

to

see

the

Mississippi

River.

What

are

you

barking

about?

The

Mississippi

River

isn't

in

Minnesota.

I

beg

your

pardon,

the

Mississippi

River

starts

in

Minnesota.

It's

just

one

foot

across.

Just

imagine

I

stepped

over.

Two

years

later,

when

I

was

down

in

New

Orleans,

took

me

20

minutes

in

a

river

packet

to

cross.

What'd

you

draw

with

New

Orleans?

Cards.

That's

New

Orleans.

Southern

Louisiana

and

East

Texas.

Cards?

Just

cards?

Just

cards?

No.

Take

a

look

at

these

cards.

Go

ahead,

take

one.

Fill

the

paper.

It's

the

best

quality

there

is.

No

marked

decks,

no

cold

decks.

All

high

-class

stuff.

Incidentally,

that's

the

deuce

of

spades

you

got

there.

That's

right.

Say,

that's

quite

a

trick.

They

don't

call

me

Johnny

behind

the

deuce

for

nothing.

How

about

the

other

one?

Go

ahead,

take

another

one.

You

take

one,

too.

Deuce

of

spades?

Right.

Deuce

of

spades?

Deuces.

All

deuces.

Deuce

of

spades?

Is

that

all

you

do?

Just

go

around

selling

things?

What's

wrong

with

that?

Where's

it

getting

you?

It's

me

every

place.

I'm

just

a

kind

of

a

fellow

who's

got

to

see

what's

on

the

other

side

of

that

next

hill.

Grandpa

says

that

some

folks

can't

see

the

gold

at

their

feet

for

the

pirates

in

the

mountains.

Yeah,

well,

your

grandfather

would

impress

that

on

you.

The

gold

at

your

feet

might

be

a

couple

of

kids

and

a

loving

spouse

instead

of

that

tin

star

you

got

in

your

chest.

Say,

what's

so

good

about

you?

You're

nothing

but

a

loose

foot,

no

roots.

Where's

your

spouse?

It's

different

with

me.

I

married

the

whole

world.

I

get

to

go,

that's

all.

Where

have

you

been?

Grandpa

took

me

to

Durango.

And

I

was

eight.

Durango?

Well,

that's

just

a

hole

in

the

rocks.

I've

stood

on

South

Street

in

New

York

City.

Watch

the

great

clipper

shift

stick

their

bow

spritz

right

across

the

curb

near

the

moving

backlet

the

horse

cars

by.

I've

crossed

the

black

hills

of

Dakota.

I've

seen

the

wondrous

spouts

of

Yellowstone.

I've

ridden

the

Chisholm

Trail

in

Texas.

And

I

watched

the

wedding

of

the

rails

at

Promontory

Point.

I

visited

the

Alamo

where

Texas

was

born.

I

saw

him

very

Mr.

Lincoln

in

Springfield,

Illinois.

Yes,

ma

'am.

From

the

rocks

of

Maine

to

the

stake

plain

to

the

panhandle,

I've

been.

I'm

just

a

born

traveling

man.

I

want

to

travel

around

always

sort

of

somewhere

bound

with

the

sun

hanging

on

my

tail.

Just

let

me

follow

my

shadow

singing

hippie

I

had

on

the

Colorado

trail.

I

want

to

plunk

my

guitar

at

the

silver

dollar

bar

and

flirt

with

a

pink

hair

frill.

And

then

I'll

follow

my

shadow

singing

hippie

I

had

on

the

Colorado

trail.

On

the

Colorado

trail.

That

just

in

case

something

goes

wrong

you

and

Charlie

better

right

out

of

here

now.

Fargo,

it's

your

deal.

Five

aces.

Miss

Kit.

Huh?

Miss

Kit.

Wishwhackers,

there

he

goes.

Mister,

add

over

that

peacemaker

butt

first

and

start

talking.

Hand

it

over.

I

got

a

mind

to

give

you

the

same.

He

was

had

an

over

peaceful

as

a

lizard.

And

you

bumped

him

in

cold

blood.

Ma

'am

was

fixing

the

drill.

You

was

going

to

pull

a

road

agent

spin

on

you.

Road

agent

spin?

That's

right,

ma

'am.

He

was

had

an

over

butt

first.

Look.

Hey,

you've

never

seen

that

one

before.

I

thought

every

piece

officer

knew

that

one.

It's

a

sense

every

road

agent

does.

I

don't

see

what

all

the

fuss

is

about.

He

tried

to

shoot

you

and

I

killed

him.

That's

all.

Too

bad

you

couldn't

have

shot

him

in

the

arm

or

something

so

he

could

talk.

You

insinuating

I

shot

him

to

keep

him

from

talking?

Dakota,

I

am

not

the

man

to

tangle

with.

Why

not?

Because

I'm

a

passenger

on

this

engine.

And

if

I

don't

get

the

Tomahawk

safely

there

won't

be

any

railroad.

So

don't

go

picking

on

me

or

you

might

get

yourself

hurt.

That's

all.

We're

not

going

to

have

any

personal

grudges

in

this

camp.

We've

got

a

long

way

to

go.

So

break

it

up

and

keep

it

that

way.

You're

right,

ma

'am.

Sorry

I

lost

my

temper.

I'll

just

bet

you

are.

You

shut

up.

Chug

it

to

you

and

the

boys'

bearer

this

fella

and

get

some

shut

eye.

We've

got

hard

country

tomorrow.

Yes,

Miss

Kirt.

Hey,

sad

eyes.

You

better

take

a

look

up

here

in

front.

I

think

the

Count's

engine's

going

to

have

a

cab.

Get

up,

many

families.

Come

on,

hold

us.

It's

out.

Oh,

yeah.

Hey.

Too

starchy.

Oh,

yes.

Excuse

us.

Always

excuses.

Morning,

Mr.

Sweeney.

Where

are

we?

We're

getting

near

Masquerick.

After

we

cross

the

trestle,

dead

horse

points

out

in

five

miles

past.

See

that,

Emmy

girl?

Five

more

miles

and

you

can

get

your

head

of

steam

on

again.

And

we

better

make

it

fast,

too,

ma

'am.

If

you

want

this

engine

and

Tomahawk

by

noon

Saturday.

Paulie

and

I

got

a

scout

up

yonder.

Can

I

go

with

you?

You've

got

an

empty

horse

there.

No.

Now,

wait

a

minute.

I'm

the

passenger,

right?

You're

supposed

to

take

care

of

me,

right?

Well,

then

I

demand

to

be

taken

in

your

custody.

Oh,

all

right

then.

You

all

right?

I'll

try

and

hang

on.

Dakota,

we're

scouting

on

ahead,

Dakota.

You

right

point

back

on

the

engine.

Keep

your

eyes

open

this

engine

country.

I'll

take

care

of

that

piece

of

pig

iron,

just

like

it

was

you,

Miss

Kit.

Thank

you,

Dakota.

I'll

be

back.

Thanks,

Dakota.

I'll

be

back.

You

shut

your

face.

It's

a

good

thing

that

Dakota

ain't

quick

triggered

by

sweet

talking.

You'd

be

coolin'

by

now.

Oh,

no

such

thing.

You

ought

to

be

ashamed

of

yourself

fallin'

for

that

cow

poke.

I'm

not

fallin'

for

nothin'.

Come

on,

you

can't

see

the

notches

in

his

gun

for

the

notch

in

his

chin.

I

told

you,

shut

up.

Yes,

ma

'am.

And

that

goes

for

you,

too.

These

rails

are

in

good

shape.

We

get

out

here,

we'll

roll

them

plenty

of

time.

You

wouldn't

roll

them

far.

They

end

on

the

other

side.

Austin's

had

to

get

the

engine.

Look

at

that.

Isn't

that

something?

Yeah.

It's

quite

a

gully.

Make

some

anthill.

I

feel

about

three

feet

away

from

heaven.

It's

too

close

for

me.

Let's

get

off

this

trestle.

What's

the

matter?

Listen.

I

don't

hear

anything.

That's

what's

the

matter.

Not

a

bird,

nothin'.

What

do

you

think,

Fawney?

Did

you

hear

what

he

said?

A

wrap

-a

-hoes

around

here.

Could

be.

We'll

wait

for

the

engine

on

the

brim.

Say,

I

didn't

know

you

could

read

engine

signs.

What'd

you

learn?

One

season

when

I

was

with

Wahoo,

Jim's,

Wah

West

Show.

Peanuts,

popcorn

and

saddle

sauce,

you

turn

Wyoming.

Did

you

ever

see

a

circus?

No.

No,

I

haven't.

Engine

name

Crooked

Knife

taught

me

the

signs.

He

was

a

trick

rider.

Did

a

good

knife

thrown

act,

too.

Had

to

quit

show

business

when

his

old

man

died.

He's

chief

of

all

the

wrap

-a

-hoes

now.

Crooked

Knife.

You

know

Crooked

Knife?

No,

I'm

a

little

pals.

What?

He's

a

kid.

He's

a

dirty

heathen

that's

been

making

war

and

causing

all

the

trouble.

He

is

not

a

heathen.

He's

a

very

high

-type,

clean

-cut

aborigine.

You

certainly

can't

blame

him

for

making

war.

You'd

be

doing

the

same

thing

if

you

weren't

a

wrap

-a

-hoe.

Where's

Dakota

to

catch

up?

I

could

be

out

of

here.

Pretty

scenery,

though.

I

thought

I

could

take

his

girl

out

here

and

do

a

little

bussing.

A

little

what?

Bussing.

I

bet

you

have

been

bussed.

I

guess

you

haven't.

Should

I

have?

The

girl

hasn't

left,

though.

She's

been

properly

bussed,

believe

me.

I

guess

I

just

don't

exactly

understand

what

bussing

is.

You

don't?

She's

kissing.

Oh.

You

know

what

kissing

is?

I've

heard

tell.

You

mean

you've

never

been

kissed?

You

bet

I

haven't.

How

do

you

expect

to

meet

up

with

your

Valentine,

get

hitched

and

settled

on

a

raise

in

a

family

if

you've

never

even

been

kissed?

Grand

-Boss

says

I'll

get

hitched

when

the

right

time

comes.

You

keep

going

this

way,

and

the

right

time

will

find

you

a

gun

-toting

old

maid.

Have

you

ever

been

bussed?

Yes,

ma

'am.

I'm

made

in

California.

I've

been

bussed

proper.

We

better

get

back.

Wait

a

second.

Tell

me

about

it.

About

bussing.

Well,

if

you

pardon

me,

Miss

Kitt,

I

love

life.

Huh?

Oh.

Maybe

your

grandpa

wouldn't

like

it.

Oh,

he's

not

here.

Yeah,

but

his

friend

is.

Oh,

I

can

handle

him.

It's

kind

of

difficult

to

tell.

Would

you

know

what

I

mean?

No.

Well,

take

the

Eskimo.

No?

The

Eskimo.

That's

sort

of

a

North

Pole

or

Apoho.

Well,

now

the

Eskimo

approaches

the

problem

of

bussing

with

the

nose.

You

see,

when

an

Eskimo

felt

like

it

stuck

on

an

Eskimo

girl,

well,

he

busses

her

like

this.

Well,

that

isn't

the

silliest

thing.

Well,

not

to

an

Eskimo,

it

isn't.

Well,

I

suppose

they

had

a

bad

cold.

Oh.

Well,

then

there's

a

French.

In

France,

they're

pretty

romantic.

They

do

their

bussing

sort

of

elegantly,

like

this.

Oh,

my

shari.

Je

t

'adore.

Je

t

'aime.

What

does

all

that

mean?

It's

French

and

it

means

my

darling.

I

adore

thee.

I

love

thee.

Oh,

sweet

talk.

Go

on.

Well,

there's

all

kinds

of

buses.

There's

the

mother

bus,

like

this.

The

Uncle

Joe

I

haven't

seen

in

seven

years

kind

of

buss

like

this.

And

then

there's

the

friend

of

a

friend

kind

of

a

bus,

like

that.

Yes,

but

what

I

want

to

know

is,

how

does

a

fellow

in

Colorado

bus

a

girl

in

Colorado

when

he's

sweet

on

her

and

she's

sweet

on

him?

Oh,

that's

not

easy

to

do.

Do

it.

But

you

can't

fake

a

genuine

bus,

Miss

Kitt.

A

real

bus

only

comes

from

real

love.

It's

very

personal.

You

see,

a

fellow

has

to

be

head

over

heels

in

love

with

a

girl.

Well,

the

girl

has

to

think

he's

the

greatest

thing

since

bottled

beer.

And

then

he

holds

her

like

this,

warm

and

tight.

Because

she's

the

one

thing

he's

been

looking

for

all

his

life.

Understand?

Nature's

law.

That's

right.

And

he

buses

her

little

nose

just

to

tease

her.

And

he

buses

one

of

her

pretty

eyes.

Just

a

shari

who's

only

teasing.

And

then...

Yes.

And

he

buses

her

lips.

Oh,

yes.

Why

don't

you

keep

your

big

mouth

shut?

Oh!

War

party!

Let's

get

out

of

here.

War

party!

Come

on!

Give

me

my

gun.

Give

me

the

rifle.

Get

those

wagons

up

there.

We're

not

in

the

circle.

We

know

you're

in

the

process

of

practicing.

Come

on,

round

them

up

fast.

Let's

go.

Bring

them

up

here

in

a

point.

Come

on,

let's

go.

Bring

them

around

here.

Dakota!

You're

the

Rangers'

fire

on

that

corner.

Make

every

shot

come.

Chockery,

you

take

the

east

side,

make

them

pay.

And

all

you

greenhorns,

stay

out

of

the

way

and

beat

out

the

fires

when

the

wagons

catch.

Here

they

come!

Come

on,

you

tougher

jackstands.

Still

enough

play

a

tune

on

you.

Come

on,

come

on.

Ma

'am,

it's

just

a

war

party

and

it's

bad

enough.

The

main

camp

over

the

lights

on

us

were

finished.

Well,

hold

them

off,

you

dog.

He

just

won't

fight

in

the

dark.

Gephard

and

Bob

Barriens,

what

are

you

trying

to

do

to

miss

Sweeney?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

What's

your

up?

Hey,

don't

shoot

a

castle

wagon.

You

might

hit

one

of

our

own

men.

Yes.

Hey!

Hey,

crooked

knife,

it's

me,

Jelly!

Hey,

no,

no,

yeah,

me,

hey!

Friend

of

yours?

Fair

weather.

Hey,

quick,

they're

pulling

out

on

us.

We

won!

We

won!

What

a

sucker

that

curtain!

I'm

afraid

not,

man.

What

do

you

mean

we

chased

them,

didn't

we?

It

was

just

a

war

party.

He's

right.

They'll

be

back

with

a

son

with

plenty

more

of

their

breath.

We'll

make

our

stand

in

the

canyons

ahead.

One

night

when

it'll

be

smart

to

have

our

backs

against

the

wall.

Especially

our

screenhorns.

You

hold

this.

Hold

it.

Hold

it,

you

know.

Hold

it,

okay.

Good

thing

the

car's

not

burnt.

No,

the

firecrackers

are

all

burnt.

What

did

he

say?

He

said

he

was

afraid

the

fireworks

he

was

carrying

would

have

turned

the

whole

thing

into

the

fireworks.

What

fireworks?

Fireworks

for

Tomahawk,

Chinese

New

Year.

That

was

last

February.

Be

long

time

late.

Miss

Kitt,

let

me

fix

it

for

you.

Thanks.

Nothing.

I'm

sorry

you

got

creased.

Oh,

cut

him

worse.

Pony

got

that

wounded

Indian

to

talkin'.

We

are?

Well,

Pony?

Big

camp

to

the

north.

200

braves.

Yeah,

I

heard

him.

Say,

Pony,

ask

him

if

we

let

him

go

when

he

take

me

to

that

camp.

You

gone

local?

I

got

an

idea.

You

know

what

those

engines

will

do

to

you.

They'll

string

up

with

raw

hide.

Then

they'll

string

a

rattler

six

inches

from

your

face.

Then

they'll

start

wettin'

that

raw

hide.

And

it'll

stretch

and

stretch.

Look,

I

have

never

considered

myself

a

brave

man.

I

leave

the

heroics

to

somebody

else.

But

this

is

a

matter

of

self

-preservation.

If

I

don't

do

somethin'

tonight,

we'll

all

get

it.

Nothing

doing.

Miss

Kitt,

we've

scared

him

off

for

now,

but

they'll

be

back

with

that

son

200

strong.

Maybe

you

don't

mind

sudden

death,

but

there's

a

lot

of

places

I

haven't

seen

yet.

I

want

to

live.

We'll

give

him

as

good

as

we

get.

And

then,

while

the

trestle's

gone,

how

you

gonna

cross

Massacre

Creek?

We'll

figure

it

out

when

we

get

there.

If

you

just

let

me

go,

I

could

take

care

of

it.

You'd

like

to

hit

the

owl,

wouldn't

you?

I

promise

you,

I

won't

run

away.

I

don't

believe

you.

Well,

that's

your

trouble.

You

haven't

believed

me

at

all,

not

about

anything.

But

you

better

stop

believin'

me

this

time,

or

you're

gonna

leave

your

scalp

and

everybody

else

is

right

here.

Dude's

got

a

point,

Miss

Kitt.

I'm

listening.

After

all,

he's

a

city

man.

Maybe

he

has

some

slick

ideas.

Well,

the

slick

is

yours,

Dakota.

Now,

there

he

goes

again,

riling

me

up.

He

just

ain't

a

friendly

man.

I'm

still

listening.

All

right.

Crooked

knife

is

a

friend

of

mine.

I

got

an

idea

if

I

can

get

to

see

him.

I

can

persuade

him.

Now,

here's

the

plan.

I'm

gonna

go.

Loud

enough

for

ya?

I

want

to

talk

to

Crooked

knife.

Yeah!

Yeah!

No,

no,

no,

no,

no,

no,

no!

Oh,

yeah!

Yeah!

Oh,

yeah!

Yeah!

Ah!

Ah,

yeah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

It

be

tell,

sir.

Johnny.

Johnny

behind

the

deuce.

Took

you

long

enough

to

recognize

me,

chief.

Menoni

pana.

Dev

pre

affa

e

affa.

Khasana

abahap.

What

paint?

What

are

you

doing

here,

Johnny?

When

I

last

saw

you,

you

were

here,

wasn't

it?

Let's

power,

chief.

Custer?

How

was

Wahoo

Jim?

I

haven't

seen

him

in

months.

He

took

that

Wild

West

show

back

east.

That

was

a

good

show.

We

played

the

standing

room

in

Laramie.

Remember

the

night

you

used

me

as

a

live

target

in

that

knife

throwing

act?

You

had

a

mustache

then.

The

knife

slipped

a

little

and

cut

it

off.

Never

been

able

to

grow

what's

in

it.

Those

were

the

good

days.

Chief,

you

remember

when

we

used

to

yell

when

the

show

was

in

trouble?

We

needed

help.

Hey,

Rue!

Well,

I'm

calling

Hey

Rue

to

you

right

now.

Johnny,

you

were

good

to

me.

Like

a

blood

brother.

We're

friends.

My

people

will

not

attack

your

iron

horse.

I

don't

mean

that.

I

mean,

I

want

your

help

to

get

that

iron

horse

through

the

Tomahawk.

We

are

at

war

with

a

pale

face.

You

remember

this

trick?

Deuces.

All

deuces.

To

load

a

deck,

you

can't

lick

it.

This

is

a

loaded

war

you're

fighting.

You

can't

win.

Johnny,

I

know

you're

right.

But

my

people

will

never

walk

the

white

man's

road.

If

I

can

sell

him

an

idea,

will

you

bring

him?

You

will

only

lose

your

scalp.

Music,

Professor.

If

you

please.

There

it

is.

Yeah,

listen

to

him

yell.

All

right,

mister.

Set

that

stuff

up

in

Pronto.

My

people.

This

one

is

very

wise.

A

man

of

big

medicine.

He

wishes

us

to

help

him

carry

his

iron

horse

when

the

sun

rises

in

the

east.

We

spare

him

because

he

is

your

friend.

But

if

he

is

a

man

of

big

medicine,

let

him

show

us

a

sign.

My

friend,

that's

exactly

why

I

am

here.

You

say

you

want

to

see

a

sign?

Well,

I'll

tell

you

what

I'm

going

to

do.

Inside

my

coat,

I

have

something

that

will

show

you

a

sign.

The

likes

of

which

that

have

never

been

seen

west

of

the

Allegheny

Mountains.

Now,

if

you'll

just

step

back

so

these

other

gentlemen

can

see.

I

would

like

you

to

examine

this

little

thing.

It's

nothing

but

a

stick,

you

notice,

and

a

piece

of

string.

Nothing

up

either

sleeve.

No

mustache

to

deceive

you.

I

take

this

stick,

place

it

in

the

fires.

Will

you

step

back,

sir?

Thank

you.

Right

here.

Pull

it,

pal!

What

did

he

say?

Dog

eater.

Yeah.

Well,

if

at

first

you

don't

succeed,

try,

try,

try

again.

Now,

you

fellas

know

we're

just

trying

to

make

it

look...

How

are

you?

I

beg

your

pardon?

Oh,

I'm

sorry

I

didn't

see

you

standing

there.

Crowd

right

on

in.

Step

aside,

man.

Let

that

artist

through.

That's

right.

You

stay

right

here.

I

want

you

to

see

everything.

Seeing

is

believing,

you

know.

Is

that

right,

chief?

I

hope.

There's

a

signal.

Light

up

the

whole

shebang.

Let's

get

out

of

here

fast.

There's

no

business

like

show

business.

Listen.

It's

Johnny.

He's

back.

Did

it

work?

Like

a

charm.

They

fell

for

it,

huh?

Oh,

nice

work,

Johnny.

Crooked

knife

says

he'll

have

as

many

Indians

here

at

dawn

as

we

need.

Whole

tribe

if

necessary.

Well,

well,

you

don't

say.

And

what

are

the

little

shavers

going

to

do?

Swim

across

Massacree

Creek

with

Miss

Sweeney?

We're

not

crossing

the

creek.

We're

taking

her

over

Funeral

Peak.

Do

you

think

that

these

poor

mules

and

them

poor

redskins

can

haul

33

tons

of

locomotive

over

that

peak?

Those

mules

and

those

redskins

are

going

to

haul

that

shebang

over

the

mountain.

If

we

have

to

take

her

apart

down

to

every

last

nut

and

bolt

with

each

of

us

carrying

the

hunk.

What?

What

did

you

say?

You

heard

what

I

said.

And

what

I

said

goes.

Is

that

so?

Well,

if

you

or

any

other

traveling

grunt

figure

to

con

-out

this

caliopeat

is

going

to

be

a

cornfield

meat.

This

slung

jerker

was

built

about

the

stack

on

rust.

And

if

anybody

wears

it

out,

thinks

he's

going

to

graveyard

her,

he's

going

to

hit

the

ditch.

What

did

he

say?

He

said

no.

Is

that

so?

Pilgrim,

I've

slapped

another

but

chuckle

-wall

to

short

runs

before.

And

if

you

don't

hang

her

for

me

to

shake

the

loads

out

of

this

hard

-blakin'

ventilator

bonnet,

you

better

abide,

Prado.

What'd

she

say?

She

said

if

you

don't

let

her

take

the

engine

apart,

you'll

blow

your

brains

out.

Ha!

She

sure

knows

how

to

win

an

argument.

Don't

she?

You

take

that

and

I'll

take

this

in.

I'll

take

that.

Hermi

girl,

what

have

they

done

to

you?

So

help

me,

I

had

no

part

in

it.

It's

like

treating

a

great

lady

without

her

corsets

on.

Don't

worry,

Hermi,

we'll

put

you

together

on

the

other

side

of

the

mountain.

Did

you

really

hate

me

that

you

couldn't

say?

I'm

freezing,

Miss

Kit,

how

much

farther

is

it?

Oh,

that

horse

boy's

just

down

in

the

sink.

What

time

is

it?

28

degrees.

What?

8

.30.

Oh,

well,

Tomahawk's

only

20

miles

beyond.

I

better

scout

on

ahead,

Miss

Kit,

don't

want

to

any

trouble

on

the

trail

now.

Make

a

little

stop.

We'd

have

a

lot

less

trouble

if

someone

else

rode

point,

someone

we

could

trust.

Now

there

he

goes

again,

always

pushing

me.

A

man

can

only

take

so

much.

But

not.

I

still

think

you're

making

a

mistake

letting

that

fellow

go

on

ahead.

You're

running

as

she

bangers

at,

galoo.

I'm

running

at

the

coat

and

you

go

on

ahead

and

scout.

And

you

simmer

down

when

I

can

watch

you.

That's

what

I'm

saying.

Colonel!

What

is

it?

Trouble,

come

here

quick.

We're

crossing

the

divide

with

the

engine

and

all.

That's

impossible.

The

Indians

are

helping

them.

Colonel,

no!

Biot

medicines!

Biot

medicines!

Paleface

brought

big

magic.

Him

and

Crooked

Knight,

blood

brother.

You're

lying,

you

half

-breed.

You're

sold

out,

isn't

you?

No,

no,

I

talk

with

straight

tongue.

I'll

teach

you

to

double

cross

me.

All

right,

Clayton,

we've

got

to

come

out

in

the

open.

You

ride

on

ahead

of

Tomahawk.

Get

the

boys

together.

Bring

them

back

with

horses

and

ammunition.

I'll

meet

you

on

the

hill

above

Phantom

Curve.

If

it's

war

they

want,

we'll

give

it

to

them.

Now,

prallo.

Right,

Colonel.

Willie,

make

these

horses.

Sorry,

ma

'am,

bushwhackers.

Probably

working

for

the

stage

company.

Got

them

spraying

lead

into

that

she

-bang

not

more

than

five

minutes

ago.

Took

after

them,

but

they

got

away.

How

many?

Maybe

20.

You

got

their

names?

You

thought

they're

coyoses

who'd

have

left

them

in

the

woods?

What

tracks

here,

Ross?

No

sign

on

this

ground,

but

yours,

Colonel.

They

were

using

wind

chests.

I

don't

give

a

yell

who's

shooting

from

where.

All

I

know

is

Miss

Sweeney

ain't

going

no

place

without

water

or

a

tender.

I

don't

think

you'll

take

any

more,

Mr.

Sweeney.

Any

more

what?

Water.

I

filled

her

to

the

brim

before

we

left

Epitaph.

What?

I

told

you

to

make

that

engine

light

as

possible.

What

are

you

taking

on

for?

If

sad

eyes

hadn't

filled

the

tender,

we'd

rust

here.

The

thing

that

bothers

me

you

were

having

any

firewood

to

smoke

up

with.

Firewood?

What

may

I

ask

is

that...

Pull

it

away

there,

man.

That's

it.

Pull

hard

on

it.

There

you

are.

All

right,

now

come

on

and

load

this

stuff

up

here.

This

thing's

getting

along

there.

Sad

eyes

can't

fill

the

fire.

You

get

that

feeling

on

there.

Come

on.

Be

about

to

here.

How

are

you

coming?

Be

about

a

minute

now.

Say

Johnny,

go

up

in

the

cab

and

take

a

look

and

see

how

the

head

of

steam

is

coming.

Will

you?

Hey,

Tootsie.

Put

a

little

elbow

grease

in

that.

I'm

trying,

honey.

Well,

try

harder.

That

goes

to

you

too.

Never

mind

the

shake

and

just

shine.

Yes,

sir.

I

still

think

there's

a

little

too

much

starch.

Oh,

very

sorry.

I'll

be

back

later,

sir.

Hey,

Mr.

Sweeney.

Glory

be

at

work.

Come

on

girls,

get

down

off

of

here

now.

All

right,

boys,

that's

enough.

Clim,

you

drive

those

mules

on

back

to

Eppertap.

We

won't

be

needing

them

anymore.

And

cook

it

nice.

You

stay

with

these

wagons

and

give

them

protection

on

you

to

Tom

Hawk.

Hire

yourself

fast.

We'll

be

on

the

engine

moving

the

same.

We

got

40

minutes

for

20

miles

and

10

of

them

are

granted

up

through

the

gorge.

Savvy,

let's

go.

I

found

these

empty

carpets

that

shows

under

the

tank

there.

What

you

might

want

to

look

at?

Ah,

sir,

a

word.

Excuse

me,

Miss

Kitt.

He

didn't

come

out

of

the

Winchester.

He's

a

six

gun

shell.

That's

right,

ma

'am.

And

a

six

gun

is

a

short

range

weapon.

We

sure

found

some

signs

on

the

ground.

Oh,

the

only

signs

on

the

ground

were

Dakotas.

Yeah.

Dakotas.

Pawnee.

What'd

you

say

about

Dakota

the

first

time

we

met

him?

That's

too

bad.

He

sure

was

mighty

pretty.

Dakota?

Uh...

Where

did

you

say

you

were

peace

officer?

The

Deadwood.

The

Deadwood,

I

was

there

last

month.

The

gosh

store

Indians

and

iron

grip

fly

paper.

Northern,

South

Dakota.

Did

you

know

Wild

Bill

Hickok?

I

sure

was

one

of

his

deputies.

He's

a

friend

of

mine.

Is

a

friend

of

yours?

You

heard

me.

When'd

you

see

him

last?

Oh,

just

two

weeks

back

before

I

hit

the

trail

for

Colorado.

Well,

is

he

looking

well?

Why?

When

I

saw

him

one

month

ago,

he

didn't

look

so

good.

He

was

laid

out

in

his

coffin

after

a

back

shooter

named

Jack

McCall

killed

him

dead.

You

got

five

seconds

to

get

this

engine

going.

But

I

can't...

What

do

you

think

you're

doing?

Slamming

the

air

to

him

before

I

touch

your

chin.

Pull

me

out

of

this.

Pull

me

out

of

this.

The

tail

works.

Try

to

put

me

on

that

throttle

now.

There's

bad

curves

ahead.

She'll

never

take

them.

Don't

worry

about

that,

and

we'll

get

there.

Johnny!

Johnny!

Are

you

all

right,

Johnny?

It's

your

engine,

Mr.

Sweeney.

Kelly,

are

you

all

right?

Johnny,

he

hit

me.

What

you

can't

afford

like

that,

Fr.

Warren?

I

thought

it

was

a

lecudier.

Pull

along

side.

Aim

for

a

passenger.

If

you

can't

hit

the

passenger,

put

your

bullets

into

her

boiler.

Hey,

you

must

be

close

to

Tomahawk.

Hey,

open

the

rut.

We

lose

them

fast

now.

They're

swimming.

Why

do

you

do

it

to

me?

Come

on,

Amy,

Joe,

this

is

Karen's

talking.

Come

on.

Speak

to

me,

Emma!

Swing,

and

faster.

We

lose

your

faster.

Every

man

is

going

to

go

and

follow

after.

Come

on.

They're

empty,

boys.

Let's

get

them.

Colonel,

look!

Come

on.

Let's

get

out

of

here.

Come

on.

Hurry,

Grandpa!

All

you

men

got

ropes,

try

on

your

own,

pull!

Glory

B,

here

comes

the

whole

town

of

Tomahawk.

And

there's

Chuckety

in

the

wagon.

Come

on,

Chuckety.

Come

on,

put

your

back

in.

Come

on,

get

your

back,

men.

Come

on,

pull!

What

time?

You

got

two

minutes.

Grandpa,

you

only

got

two

minutes

left

to

make

it.

We're

trying,

honey.

I

make

it

just

over

a

minute.

His

watch

is

wrong.

We

can't

do

it.

We

can't

do

it.

There's

a

town

limit

that's

shying,

but

it

can't

budge.

Are

you

the

mayor

of

this

here,

Metropolis?

I

am,

sir,

and

these

are

the

town

councilmen.

Well,

listen,

Mr.

Mayor,

you're

not

going

to

let

a

little

thing

like

a

quarter

of

a

mile

keep

this

railroad

from

getting

its

franchise,

are

you?

There's

nothing

I

can

do.

What

do

you

mean

there's

nothing

you

can

do?

The

charter

was

issued

under

the

laws

of

Colorado

Territory.

And

Territory

Law

says

the

railroad

must

be

in

operation

six

years

from

the

date

of

that

charter.

And

the

T

and

Ws

six

years

are

up

at

high

noon,

which

is

exactly

45

minutes.

Don't

you

shake

no

charter

at

me.

Well,

listen,

Mr.

Mayor,

think

of

what

it'll

mean

to

you.

Not

only

the

gold

and

the

silver,

you

can

take

out

of

those

mountains

and

the

money

you

can

put

to

work

for

this

country.

But

think

of

what

it'll

mean

in

commerce,

schools

for

your

children,

while

you

can

make

civilization

out

of

a

frontier.

I'm

the

first

passenger

on

that

train,

Mr.

Mayor.

There's

my

ticket.

I'm

proud

of

it.

I

want

to

tell

my

grandchildren

about

it.

The

Territory

Law

says...

Never

mind

Territory

Law.

Colorado

isn't

a

territory

anymore.

She's

a

state

for

one

whole

month

now.

She's

been

the

38th

state

in

the

United

States.

You

want

Tomahawk

to

grow

with

her?

Now,

what

do

you

say,

Mr.

Mayor?

The

future

of

the

West

is

in

your

hands.

Young

man,

go

on

down

and

get

that

sign.

Yahoo!

Chuck

it

in!

Make

me

a

hole

down

there,

will

you?

But

Pete,

say,

Curry,

time's

a

-wasting.

I

make

a

motion

that

we

extend

the

corporate

limits

of

the

town

of

Tomahawk

to

the

rear

end

of

that

engine

tender.

Aye,

Saganon.

All

in

favor?

Aye.

Come

on,

there.

Come

on,

there,

Johnny.

Come

on,

come

on,

Johnny.

Get

it

in

there.

Get

it

in

there,

tell

you.

Let's

go!

Get

it

in

there.

Outta

boy,

Johnny.

Get

it

in

there.

Clander

there,

boys.

As

Mayor

Tomahawk,

I

hereby

declare

that

the

T

&W

has

fulfilled

its

charter

as

of

noon

this

day,

September

5th,

1876.

I'm

sure

glass,

kid.

Thanks,

Grandpa.

Here's

your

badge.

You

won

the

right

to

wear

that

permanent.

Oh,

no,

sir,

no.

You

keep

it.

I'm

giving

up

gunslinging.

What?

By

glory,

you'll

do

no

such

thing.

No

dodger

to

give

up

with

Starley

was

dead

in

his

tracks.

I

know,

Grandpa.

But

I'm

not

a

he.

I'm

a

she.

There's

a

difference,

you

know.

How'd

you

find

that

out?

From

the

man

I'm

going

to

get

hits

to?

Johnny,

I

want

you

to

meet

my

grandpa.

Why,

you

low

-down,

pre

-crawlin'

snake.

No

such

thing.

He's

a

traveling

man.

A

traveling

man?

A

drummer?

Why,

you

varmint.

Stand

back,

kid.

Get

away

from

him.

Stand

back,

I

say.

Get

clear

of

him.

I'd

hate

to

put

you

away,

Grandpa.

Well,

that's

the

way

you

feel

about

it.

Give

him

a

star.

Take

my

blessing.

I'll

be

right

back.

No,

no,

Mr.

Dodger.

Johnny!

I'll

kick

your

grandfather's

right.

I'm

not

the

man

for

you.

You

said

it

yourself.

I

got

a

loose

foot,

no

roots.

But,

Johnny,

I

love

you.

I

love

you.

I

love

you

and

I

wouldn't

make

you

unhappy

for

the

world.

But

I'd

always

be

on

the

go,

home

to

me,

and

just

be

a

one

-night

whistle

-stop.

Maybe

you

wouldn't

have

such

a

loose

foot

if

I

gave

you

a

permanent

limp.

Kid,

honey,

there's

no

use

flying

in

the

face

of

fate.

I'm

warning

you.

If

you

try

to

leave

her,

I'll

shorten

your

shoe

size.

I'm

throwing

short

in

kit

because

when

we

get

back

to

Epitaph,

I'm

heading

east.

Rain

for

the

rain,

go

out

of

O'Sir

and

point

C,

the

bloody

Basin

cannonball.

Leave

in

on

track

one

in

30

seconds.

You.

You're

looking

to

say

goodbye

to

Kit.

He's

over

yonder.

How?

Mr.

Sweeney,

have

you

seen

Johnny?

Yeah.

Well,

I

guess

this

is

it.

Johnny,

I'll

miss

you.

Well,

I'll

miss

you

too.

You'd

be

good

in...

if

they

carry

something

or

anything.

Johnny,

aren't

you

going

to

bust

me?

They

sure

make

a

nice

-looking

couple,

don't

they?

I

couldn't

say.

Watch

out

for

yourself,

dear.

Don't

you

worry

about

me,

honey.

A

man

born

to

travel

has

a

way

with

the

world.

Johnny,

you

forgot

your

hat.

Well,

now

so

I

did.

Oh,

and

don't

be

late

for

dinner.

Now,

the

time

of

hawking

western

is

always

on

time.

All

aboard!

All

right,

folks,

take

a

car.

Take

a

car.

Any

car.

Deuces.

All

deuces.

Johnny,

you

forgot

your

candy.

Oh,

thanks.

Bye,

Kit.

Goodbye,

darling.

Girls,

wait

for

your

father.

Bye,

Papa.

Bye,

Papa.

Bye,

Connie,

Barbara,

Mary,

and

Marilyn,

enjoy

yourself.

Bye.