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Thank you.

Barnabas, hurry up and bring that stuff in here.

Just a minute. I'm coating the last wet plate now.

Just half -coat it and bring it on in here.

Bring me a spoon, too.

Yes, sir.

What do you want with this stuff?

Oh, you're not going to put that on his wound, are you?

Why not?

Well, Mr. Calhoun, that's collodion.

You can't.

Well, that's just for coating photographic plates.

That's right.

What's collodion?

Explosive nitrate.

Alcohol?

Ether?

Nitrate? Fix you right up.

You're not getting skittish, are you?

I'll drink it if you will.

I hope that guarantees a quick man.

It does.

I'm pretty lucky he was an amateur shot.

Who the devil would have figured we'd be taking for a couple of claim jumpers?

You know, Dave, we ought to be through that pass by October.

Then with the Wilson freight contract, we'll be out in the open by spring.

We're actually in pretty good shape.

Oh, you bet. You know, that gorge will save us 22 miles of rerouting.

I think it's a junior partner. You have a right to know the facts.

The fact is... Don't tell me I can hear you before you say it. We can't afford

to reroute two miles.

Oh, here it is. Now take a look at this, Ben. You'll see what I mean.

Completely inaccessible from both flanks.

Telegram, Mr. Calhoun. Here's the answer you've been waiting for. Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Calhoun.

You want to make it ten?

Nope. Five dollars still says it's federal property.

Well, don't tell me the Union Pacific owns it.

You weren't shot by any amateur, Dave.

Barnabas, where's that short bit novel you bought in St. Louis last month?

There's the owner of iDevil.

Jez Santin, or Madam Bluebeard of the West.

The murder of four husbands.

The true story of the most notorious woman in America.

No, no, throw it away. Throw it away, Rock. You know Razor Joe carries his own

saw.

Maybe that'll remind you how you made those fast guns run for

cover, Chico.

Please, sit still.

Please don't.

Chico Trent was a gun that killed 18 men.

Come on, I want to hear Chico

Trent tell us how he made those guns skin bad.

You dropped the razor.

Your deputy's in the wrong camp. You draw no pay here.

You said drop the razor.

Free shave?

I got a couple of free drinks for anybody who'll take these people to the

funeral parlor.

I'm just an observer, Mr. Calhoun.

We never shook hands, but I saw you win your railroad in that poker game.

My name's Red Battelle. I own that saloon over there. Why don't you drop in

a drink sometime?

On me.

Get back to her.

Boys, we're just run over by an iron horse.

He owns the BPS &D railroad line. His name's Calhoun.

Calhoun? Yeah, I heard about him. Ben Calhoun.

Why'd you let him stop the shave?

And why would a big steam and smoke jet ride into town on a horse with a packed

mule?

We must be here for only one thing.

High Devil.

That's why I didn't blow his head off. I want to see what High Devil is worth to

him.

Where have you been?

Prison. The one you never heard of.

How long?

Five years.

For what?

Gunfighting.

Gunfighting? You must have made history, Chico.

I did?

You're the only gunfighter I've ever known to have to go to jail for

gunfighting.

Come on in.

Why don't you get out of those clothes and let me get you one of my suits?

Oh, I fit this one.

Who is this fellow?

He looks familiar.

Oh, that's just a fellow I used to ride with.

You know, five years ago, that bunch out there, they wouldn't have faced you all

at one time. If they'd had the guns drawn, you were still in the holster.

Now they're out there dry -shaving you, ridiculing you, making fun of you.

Why? What happened?

Always some show -off.

Trying to ride me just because I was a good man with a gun.

Five years ago, I'd have blown a hole in her belly.

But now I... I'm scared, Ben.

I'm just plain scared.

How do you live?

Saloon swamper.

Worked for Whiskey.

Read the tele -saloon?

Yeah.

Why didn't he stop?

They worked for him, too.

Quit I did How are you gonna live now

Dick Graves Bottle hole I

Knew you were a proud man.

He knew where you were going what you wanted Even told me about a girl that

love with get married what happened to her?

I had a feeling for someone once. I killed it.

I keep asking myself why.

I don't understand why.

Maybe you can tell me, Ben.

Young Irish poet living over there in England.

He might have the answer.

I think he's the one that said that every man kills the one he loves.

Coward with a knife.

Brave man with a word.

You here scratching for gold? I'm here trying to negotiate a right -of -way

across High Devil.

Got a deal with a woman by the name of Jess Santine.

She's a killer.

What do you want?

I don't want your gold.

Don't care what you have to get off my property.

That cat ought to entitle me to five minutes of talk.

Talk?

My name's Ben Calhoun, ma 'am.

I, uh... Isn't there someplace we can go and sit down? I'd like to discuss a

proposition with you.

That dead cat ain't worth it.

What I want to talk to you about involves a lot of money.

You are interested in money, aren't you?

Of course I'm interested in money.

What's your business?

Finding shortcuts through mountains, across deserts, rivers.

All for the BPSD.

Talk English.

It's the fastest growing railroad in the country, ma 'am.

I see.

And you're here to get right away over hard devil to save time and money.

That it?

That's it.

Get off my property.

Just said you were inched.

I rode on railroads, mister.

I saw your candy butcher sell those dime novels about me.

I hate all railroads.

I waltzed back across that bridge.

Now, you listen to me.

We don't have any candy butchers on my train.

Or news butchers or any other kind of butchers. We haven't had since the day

fired up the first stick of wood.

You understand that?

Now, you don't hate the BPS indeed, do you?

Are you ready to talk a deal?

But you've got to meet my price.

All right.

How much do you want for the right -of -way across High Debt?

Your wedding ring.

I sure like the way you kiss.

I think everybody likes everybody when they're kissing.

But you're not everybody, and I'm a murderer.

Some girls, when they kiss, they turn all red -faced.

Some get scared.

Some call for help.

Some faint.

Some bite.

Some cry.

Me?

I died.

I died inside the first time a man kissed me.

Tom Santine?

No.

Someone else.

With Tom Santine, it was more of a solid kind of kiss.

A kiss of great promise.

But he fooled me.

I thought he was all man.

He wasn't.

He needed killing, and I obliged.

Nobody believed me, and I died a second time in prison.

More wine, please.

But the new governor, he believed me.

What vintage is this?

61.

The year the French landed at Veracruz.

The newspapers crucified the governor for pardoning me.

And the dime novel vultures gave me a new name.

Madam Bluebeard of the West.

Murderer of four husbands.

I was only married once.

I only had one husband, Tom Santine.

But he couldn't live up to being the man I thought he was.

He was sick on loco weed.

Killing sick.

On our wedding night, he said he'd kill me if I told anybody about his sickness.

And then he got drunk and a sane and ugly

mean.

I had to kill him before he choked me to death.

You're using up a lot of steam for a short run, Ben.

I want to ride to the end of the line.

But you're not serious about marrying me.

You don't even know me.

I don't love you either.

But I like the way you size up.

Marriage has to mean something.

As much as your railroad means to you.

Desperate women make fools of themselves, Ben. I'm sorry I repulse

I look 40, don't I?

No, you don't.

20, perhaps.

25.

Whatever it is.

It all adds up to quite a woman.

And a woman can't live without a man.

But what man would love a freak like me?

One, two, three, four.

She loads the gun and locks the door.

And Jez Santine will shoot one more.

You ever sing that ballad?

Yes, I have.

You like it?

I never really thought it before.

For now.

They even wrote a play about me.

How about some more wine?

I even heard kids sing that ballad in the street.

That's why I'll trade our devil for a ring.

I've got no other play.

You're too young and you're too pretty, Jez, to settle for the first man that

comes along.

You've got to find somebody that you can love. Somebody that'll love you.

Miracles aren't made for murderers.

And I'm not waiting for that hand to come up.

Is it a deal?

Well?

I'll work something out.

No, Ben.

It's got to be one or the other.

Marry me or leave me, which will it be?

That dress for me.

I'm sorry, Jez.

I'll buy you a new one. Same color.

Jez.

Riding up here like a hermit has made you loco.

I want High Devil to pay off for you.

You want it for yourself.

I can take it.

Anytime.

You'll have to kill me first.

And that you won't do.

Because you want me alive and glowing.

Oh, Jess.

No man would feel safe married to you except me.

Don't bet on that.

If you've got any serious ideas about Ben Calhoun, I'll deliver his head to

in a basket.

Artemis?

Ben, we figured you'd close the deal with her. And that's why I went ahead

committed a construction crew. I've got them working on these blueprints right

now. She's as mule -headed as I am. You believe her, I don't. Mr. Calhoun, I'll

tell you what I'll do. She's got a pretty good reason for killing Tom

Yeah, so she says. Mr. Calhoun? What about the other three husbands?

There weren't three.

There were only one. Mr. Calhoun?

You forget, Dave, that notorious people are targets.

In fact, you take those James boys, they get blamed for every holdup for a

thousand miles around Missouri.

You've got to admit that a murderer of four husbands sells a whole lot more

books than a murderer of one. That's her version, man. Mr. Calhoun!

What is it?

I'll marry her.

You will?

Yes, sir.

High devil can open up the West for us.

Laying track of the Pacific is more important than personal desires.

And he's right.

Oh, he is, huh?

Well, I'm glad you feel that way. Why don't you marry her? Because she wants

you.

Now, I'm afraid if you don't meet her terms, we're all going to be in the

iron business.

What happened to your scruples? Well, they just happen to be all gone right

Anything for the railroad, is that it? Well, that's what you're always

preaching.

There's no way we can do it, Ben. You've got to marry her because Wilson told me

this morning to forget the freight contract.

He gave me till October. He's changed his mind.

Why? Why?

Because no other line has been able to build rails over that high devil. That's

why. He told me he's given the whole business to some... Some wagon

outfit, unless you deliver a clearance from Jess Santee no later than Friday.

Friday. That's only two days. And that's the situation, Ben. You've got to marry

her. Get the right -of -way, get the freight contract, start laying rails,

that bridge, get rolling, and then lose her.

Is that what you really want?

Oh, no.

Well, I didn't think so.

I'll get the clearance. How?

I don't know how.

Who knows?

Maybe she'll go for a younger man.

Mr. Calhoun, no mission is too difficult, no sacrifice too great, and

forward for the BPS &D calls for supreme sacrifice.

Oh. You hear that, Dave?

With spirit like that, we can't lose.

Where's Mr. Wilson?

He's out in your car waiting.

Tell him and I'll have that clearance for Friday.

Throw me that towel on your way out, will you?

Well, I'll tell her about your proposition there, Bondas.

If she goes for it, I'll send for you.

Yes, sir.

All

righty.

I mean, come in.

Did you ask Chico Trent to have breakfast with me?

I think you better fetch him yourself, Mr. Calhoun.

Are you all right?

I've been in town four days now. They wake me every morning this way.

Sit down.

What do you hang around here for, anyway?

Be the same anywhere I go.

I'll get you a job on the railroad if you straighten yourself out.

Oh, I'd just cause you trouble, Ben.

Besides, they'd find out about me.

You'll fight back.

Yesterday, a 14 -year -old wet -nosed horse whipped me on a bet.

Now run whining.

Now I know where I've seen that face.

That's Tom Santine.

I saw him in the police gazette.

What did you tell me you knew him?

It is him, isn't it?

Yeah, that's Tom.

What kind of a fellow was he?

I wouldn't have mean streak in him.

Do you know Jez Santine?

She said, dear Tom, will you marry me?

He said, dear Jez, will you marry me?

One, two, three, four.

She loads her gun and locks the door and Jez Santine will shoot one more.

Jay's shot for Constantine did right through the head.

Right through the head.

He said, dear Jim, will you marry me?

He said, dear Jez, will you marry me?

One, two, three.

Jess and he will shoot one more.

Jess shot poor Jim Rice dead right through the head.

Right through the head.

It's all right.

He just grazed you, Mr. Calhoun.

You're going to be sure to help.

I won't miss him.

How many of these did you pay for?

Three.

Give me a hand, Chico.

Go out to your place to help you unload.

Get aboard, Chico.

Unless you want to stay here and bury him.

Go by the hotel and pick up my heart.

I was wet -nosed on gold by my father.

He was a carpenter.

But he taught me how to scratch for flakes before I learned to walk.

22 years ago, my father helped Jim Marshall help John Sutter. To John

My father saw the first chunk of gold Marshall found in the Mill Channel.

A man always kills a thing he loves.

And that's how my father got the gold fever.

A coward always uses a knife.

A brave man uses words.

He died busted.

To high devil.

And he left me high devil. To Tom Santee.

What are you waiting for?

Pick up that rifle.

If you had any guts, you'd do something about Tom instead of sitting there like

a deadbeat gun hawk, washing down wine to give your backbone some sand.

Pick up that rifle.

Shoot me!

Shoot me!

She's right.

I did come here to kill her.

for what she'd done to the finest man I ever rode with.

Did you ever ask her why she killed him?

You said something about a man always kills the thing he loves.

Some men don't bend.

I couldn't do it. I... I love her too much.

That's not what I asked you.

Did you ever ask her why she killed him?

Made the gun crazy.

You believe that? Well, it was in the papers.

And you believe that? It was in print.

A lot of things are in print that are just exaggerations. Do you understand

exaggeration is, Chico?

Exaggerations?

Exaggeration is a part of our lives.

People have to live on scandal.

Now, Jez Santin was only married one time.

The rest were lies.

But one lie put into print, and people will swear to it that it's gospel.

Well, I didn't really swallow all that stuff about those other men, but about

Tom Santine.

You'd have known him.

I think it's about time you've learned that his halo is just about as twisted

your ideas of Jez are.

I liked him more than a brother.

He was a chicken -hearted wife, Beater, and your worst enemy.

He was my best friend.

Well, then I'm going to tell you about your best friend.

When you and Jez broke up and you rode out of here, did your best friend ride

with you?

Well, he... No.

He stayed behind.

And just about the time that Jez needed someone in the worst way, your best

friend showed up.

And even though she loved you, and still does love you, she married that mongrel

because he offered her the thing that she wanted most.

And the thing that scared you the most, that was a home.

Did she say she still loved me?

Why don't you ask her? Did she say she still loved me? I say she still loves

you. But why don't you ask her and while you're at it, ask her why she killed

your best friend.

I'll do that.

This all sounds very definite, Mr. Calhoun.

It is?

Well, I'm not satisfied.

I must see the authorization for the right -of -way before I sign our trade

contract. I told you before, Mr. Wilson, Jess Santine will give it to me at the

wedding. I only came back here to pick up a dress suit, and incidentally, you

should have one that would fit Chico.

I have a hunch you're trying to pressure me into something, Mr. Calhoun, and I

don't like it.

Then come along with us to the wedding.

I'll produce the authorization at the altar.

I'll do just exactly that, Mr. Calhoun, although I despise weddings.

Good. Now, Dave, keep working on the blueprints. How long is it going to take

your crew to get started laying track up to High Devil?

Tomorrow morning.

All right.

Bartowich, tell Mr. Holmes I want to see him.

Right, boss.

And thank you for volunteering.

Anytime, sir.

She'll see what she missed when you meet her.

Did you say she's marrying Chico Trent?

I did. A notorious gunfighter marrying a murderer of four husbands.

Oh, I read all about them in the dime novels.

That's quite a match.

Two of the most dangerous characters in the West.

Stop it.

Stop it, Red. Stop it.

Let her go.

That you're marrying him. Why? What do you see in this barfly?

I've loved him.

I've always loved him. Can't you understand that? I love him.

Use the razor.

No!

Now, are you going to sign High Devil over to me?

Yes.

Yes. All right, get the pen and ink, darling.

Don't do it, Jazz.

I want a nice, steady hand on it.

Dump that in our buckboard.

Tell Calhoun to deal with me.

If you should... If you should stir him up, well... It'll be you who's slitting

Chico's throat from ear to ear. Not me.

Oh,

one shot from you and Chico's head rolls right straight down that gorge.

You know, Mr. Calhoun's going to surprise him with a honeymoon trip to

in his own private car.

He just rode

in with a wedding party.

Lock it.

Jez.

How is Jez?

How is Jez?

It's too bad I can't let you be my best man, Chico.

One day she'll love me the way she loves you, even if I have to kill her. Come

on, Jess.

Beautiful, huh?

I don't know what magic you used on her, Mr. Calhoun, but there isn't a line in

the country that wouldn't give a fortune to be in your shoes.

There's no magic, Mr. Wilson.

Miss Santine just happens to favor the BPSB. Simple as that.

Well, there's nothing simple about almost having a railroad company

just because of a shortcut.

You owe the life of your line to that woman.

No matter how many husbands she's killed.

Oh, by the way, she isn't, uh... No, no, Gordon.

She's in love.

She hasn't got any time for gunplay.

Hello, Jess.

Hello, Ben.

Prettiest bride I've ever seen.

The deal's off.

I've heard of green up to a little jitters before, but don't you think we

find another subject to joke about?

It's no joke, Ben.

I can't give you right away.

I changed my mind.

I'm sorry, Ben.

Where's Chico?

Gone.

I'm not marrying him.

Why?

I changed my mind.

So am I, Calhoun.

Shut up.

I've sold the right -of -way.

Do?

Red, Vitell.

Looking for Mr. Vitell?

Right now, it set me up for life for clearance to hide out.

Make an offer.

Give you $2 ,500 in cash.

$7 ,500 and four equal payments over a period of a year.

Don't forget, hide them.

$25 ,000.

Cash.

And, uh... 50 % of the B, P, S, and D.

You're out of your mind.

You want to shoot pool or guns?

How'd you get that right away?

You meet my terms and I'll tell you.

in this country that would meet those terms.

Well, I'll find one. You know why?

Because railroads are the future of this country, Mr. Calhoun.

The water's over your boiler, and we both know it.

But I'll give you a chance while you're drowning.

Here.

Take a look at that.

Now, I don't want to see you go bust over a piece of paper.

So I'll play you for your railroad.

Maybe I'll win the BPS &D the way you did.

Maybe I won't.

If I win it, I own it lock, stock, and wheels.

If you win, you'll get the right -of -way to High Devil for $1.

Oh, Barnabas, you should have waited till Chico was presentable to take this

picture. Well, a wedding picture's got to be taken at the wedding or it just

ain't official.

A couple of days, his face will be good as new, Jez.

Then the most beautiful bride in St. Louis can introduce her brand new

Ben. And I'm going to tell you boys something right now. There's a whole lot

more to building a railroad than just laying tracks. Mr. Calhoun.

To next year, when Ben lays tracks smack in the Pacific by way of High Devil.

To the High Devil.

What's the matter with you, Barnabas?

Honeymooners are supposed to be alone on their first night. I'll drink to that.

Well, I've arranged for all three of us to sleep up in the camp. So did I. So

did I. To the honeymooners.

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