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Just about due.

Must be a big job for the Coyles to ask for help.

Matt's a hard man to get on with.

You never know where you stand with him.

Here they are.

Remember, all we're gonna do is listen.

And if we don't like the deal, it's no go. Right?

That's right.

Howdy, boys. I guess you know my brother Jed.

Sure do. Gig. Slim.

I'll bet you boys been sitting here in a real sweat

trying to figure out why I sent for you.

Yeah, it'd be kinda nice to know what we're letting ourselves in for.

Well, just sit yourself nice and comfortable

and I'll make it short and sweet.

This deal's worth half a million.

Interested?

Just talk so far.

I said half a million,

half a million dollars worth of Uncle Sam's green stuff.

Now, the money ain't new, it ain't numbered in order,

and it ain't traceable. What?

I knew that'd get you. I told you that, didn't I, Jed?

Sure did.

Now, here's the way it is, my friend.

Every once in a while old Uncle Whiskers

gets himself together a whole mess of money

that's just about plumb wore out.

He don't want us poor folk

to dirty our hands with it.

Well, they get this loot together and they take it to the mint,

and you know what they does with it?

They burn it.

They burn spendin' money?

Just like it was dirty paper.

Ain't it so, Jed? Sure is.

Keep talking, mister.

You just keep listening, Slim.

Now half a million dollars' worth of this stuff is being shipped

from Virginia City to San Francisco,

and Wells Fargo is handling the deal.

And Jed and me know what train it's going on.

Don't we, Jed?

We sure do.

It's gonna take more than two of us to handle the deed.

The place is gonna be crawling with special guards, and why not?

If we pull this off, it's gonna be one of the biggest train robberies ever.

Bigger even than the James Boys.

Ain't that right, Jed?

Sure is.

Now...

if you fellas want in on the deal,

we'll split it right down the middle.

Oh, let's have a drink on that.

Slim?

Just thinking about it makes me thirsty.

How about you, Gig?

I didn't say no.

No, Gig, you sure didn't.

Ain't that so, Jed?

Sure is.

The special investigator for Wells Fargo

gets all sorts of tips.

Some aren't worth the paper they're written on.

But one thing we learned the hard way...

We can't ignore 'em.

The letter we received wasn't signed.

It simply said that the Coyle brothers were going to hold up the train

from Virginia City to San Francisco on the twelfth.

What worried me was that no more than a half a dozen people knew

we were handling a half a million dollar shipment on that date.

I was on my way to meet Dick Gore

from our San Francisco office.

We're gonna work this one together.

Hi, Jim. Hello, Dick.

Draw up a chair and make yourself at home.

Good to see you, Dick. Good to see you.

I got your telegram, I figured it was something doggone important,

but, uh, look at ya.

Yeah. This is more peace and quiet I've had in the last three days.

What's all the shootin' about?

The Coyle brothers are gonna hold up the train to San Francisco.

At least, that's the word I got.

We're gonna have a half million dollars on-board.

Half million dollars? Yeah.

You and I will board that train as passengers.

I've never met the Coyles,

and after lookin' over your record,

I gather you haven't either.

That's right.

So, chances are we won't be noticed.

You'll have guards in the express car?

It'll be loaded.

We'll ride on in to Virginia City tonight

and get aboard first thing in the morning.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Let's go.

Now, the way I figures it, Wells Fargo is gonna be watching double hard

comin' around Dead Man's Curve,

where the Morgans hit 'em couple years ago.

But we're gonna hit 'em at North Fork.

Let's go.

In addition to the clerk, who's a crack shot,

we had two of the best guards in Virginia City assigned to stay with that shipment.

Wells Fargo was doing all it could to get those worn out bills to the mint.

All aboard!

We were nearing Dead Man's Curve.

The guards inside the express car were ready,

and Dick and I were ready.

We went around that curve just as pretty as could be,

and nothing happened.

Maybe we got a bum steer.

Maybe, but I don't think so.

Whoever wrote that letter knew about the shipment.

Folks, let me have your attention.

We're coming in to North Fork wood stop.

I want every able-bodied man to get out and give us a hand with the wood.

More help we have, the sooner we get rollin'.

Jed, light the fuse.

Sure will.

Load up, gents.

Little honest work never hurt no one.

Just toss that wood in and come back for a second helpin'.

Get the dynamite, Jed.

Light it. Sure will.

Giddyap!

Leave your gun and nobody will get hurt!

Let 'er go, Jed!

You all right, Dick? I think so.

Tap in on that telegraph, tell 'em to get us some help out here.

All right, Mr. Hardie.

Give me a hand. What about them?

We'll go pick up our horses

and hope we can pick up their trail later on.

We'll hole up here.

Matt!

Move out!

You know what to do, Jed.

It was one of the gang, all right.

There was no sign of any part of the money.

There are times when I get sick of my job,

the blood, the death, the violence,

and this was one those times.

Dick Gore was a family man.

Someone would have to tell 'em,

and it wouldn't be easy.

And it wouldn't be easy for Dick's wife and kids, either.

What you say we split up in the morning?

No. We're gonna stick together.

They'll have it on the telegraph.

He's right, Slim.

Not for me, he ain't.

First thing, we split up.

You ain't talking sense.

Oh, ain't I?

And you better lay off of that bottle too!

Says who?

Knock it off, Gig.

Now, leave him be. Let him drink if he wants to.

He's had a big day. He can sleep it off. You don't know him like I do.

He ain't worth a hoot once the liquor's on him. You sayin' I can't hold it?

I'm sayin' you're all through drinkin', that's what I'm sayin'!

Gig, give me that bottle!

I was hoping they would start fighting

or shooting at each other... It would make my job easier.

Slim! Slim, wake up!

Matt's gone.

My money!

It's gone, with mine!

When I finish with him, he'll wish he'd never been born!

I didn't wanna have to shoot you, Coyle.

I reckon it had to come sometime.

But why now?

With all that loot...

the biggest robbery.

I had so many plans.

Where's the money now?

You ain't never gonna find it, mister.

You got me, but you ain't never gonna find the money.

You might as well make a clean breast of it,

it'd be your last chance to square things.

Mister... you can spend the rest of your life lookin',

but you ain't never gonna find that... money. Never.

So Matt Coyle took his secret to the grave.

He must have buried the money when I lost his trail.

But where?

You got any notion where you're gonna start

lookin' for that money, Mr. Hardie?

I understand Matt Coyle comes from around this part of the country.

It might be a good idea if you let his folks know what happened to him.

Uh, so you got a notion, huh? Maybe.

All right, I'll spread the news around.

All right. You might also tell the San Francisco office

that I won't be back quite as soon as I expected.

I'll do that.

Aside from that one night in Virginia City,

I'd been in the saddle for a week.

I hankered for a clean bed, a bath and some decent food.

But they weren't in the cards.

Don't touch that gun, mister. I'll kill you.

All right, on your feet.

Come on, come on, on your feet!

You're the one killed Matt, huh?

That's right.

How long did he live after you shot him?

Not long enough to tell me anything.

Where's the money?

He hid it. Where?

I don't know.

Matt knew he was dying.

He'd have told you. Now where is it?

I told you, I don't know.

He could be tellin' the truth.

Maybe we oughta have a talk with Ruby.

I don't know who you are, but I've got a lot to thank you for.

I'm Amy Coyle. Matt Coyle's widow.

I see.

I'm Jim Hardie from Wells Fargo.

I tried to take your husband alive...

I hope you'll understand that...

But he wouldn't have it that way.

What difference does that make?

When a woman loves her husband, it doesn't matter

whether his killin' was justified or not, does it?

I suppose not.

They why did you save my life?

Because I'm glad Matt's dead.

I hated him.

He was no good.

But he robbed that train and took a fortune

and I mean to have my share. Where is it?

I don't know.

When I found him, he didn't have the money with him.

Said he'd hid it,

that I could search the rest of my life and never find it.

Well, that sounds like Matt, all right.

Married nearly ten years and I never got anything from him.

Anything.

I reckon if anyone knows where that money is, it'd be Ruby.

Ruby?

Those two men mentioned a Ruby. Who is she?

Matt's girl, Ruby Foster.

He wanted to marry her, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

she'd know where the money was hidden, all right.

I'd rather you had it than her.

Where will I find her?

She lives on Oak Hill,

about a half a mile this side of town.

Thank you.

Come any closer, you'll never know what hit you.

I'm a friend of yours, Ruby.

Matt told me all about you.

Get back on your horse and keep going.

Maybe he never did get around to mentioning my name.

I'm Gig Dane. He mentioned you.

Hey, see?

It won't bother me none to kill you.

Well, now, Ruby gal, I just want to talk to you, is all.

Poor Matt's dead. Ain't no bringing him back.

A nice gal like you, you don't want to just rot away

in a dump like this, do you?

You know, Slim?

She's even prettier than Matt said. Yep.

Where'd he stash the loot?

You think if I knew I'd stick around here?

I'd be long gone for St. Louie.

Things been happening pretty fast.

Maybe you ain't had a chance to get there yet.

Ruby gal, I sure hope you do tell us where the money's hid,

'cause if you don't, there's ways of makin' you talk.

And the ways I don't know..

Gig's bound to know.

So why not make it easy on yourself, huh?

Well?

Why don't you make it easier on yourself?

Matt and I were planning to spend that money together.

Now I'll just take his share.

Well?

Is it a deal?

Lady, you just lead the way.

All right, get the rest, Slim.

I'll take it.

All right.

Wait a minute, Ruby gal. I think we oughta stay together.

Gig!

The three sacks on the handcar contained most of the money.

We picked up Ruby Andrews in St. Louis.

She had the rest, except for $426,

which she had spent on a good time.

She also spent five years in prison.

We never did find out who sent us the original tip,

but I've always suspected it was Mrs. Coyle.

Didn't someone say,

"The venom of a jealous woman is more deadly than the poison of a snake."

Well, Amy Coyle had plenty of reasons to be jealous.