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Hey, Shep, how far ahead of the railroad do you figure we are?

Fifty, sixty miles easy. The way Dave's pushing, it'll be a hundred by week's

end. You ready, Shep?

Right, Dave.

Barnabas, we're going to set up camp by the cliffs, just beyond the rise.

Right.

Save the other for talk.

All right,

get down.

What are you doing around here?

I'm making a preliminary survey to determine right away for the BPS &D.

When I ask an honest question, I get an honest answer. I'm building a railroad!

Get up.

Sorry, friend.

Your belly got in the way of my gun, but don't stop unless I tell you.

Meet General Grant.

Well, Johnny, what'd you drag in this time?

Let him tell you. The name's Tarrant.

Dave Tarrant.

I was doing a survey for my railroad.

That's all we need here in New Chicago, a railroad.

New Chicago?

Oh, that's right. We're an exclusive residential area here with a high -class

population.

I'm Jim Nations, the man.

How do you do, Mr. Tarrant?

I'm fine. Mr. Nations, what am I doing here?

Well, he broke the law.

What law?

The charge of trespassing.

Well, jury?

Guilty. Well, now, wait a minute. You've got no right. This isn't a court of

law. So now this verdict, Johnny, you're discharged with thanks.

I'm executing him.

Nobody's executing him.

Where's your equipment, Mr. Tarrant?

It's lost.

What's Gunter's chain?

What?

What's Gunter's chain?

It's a measurement.

For what?

Surveying. How long is it?

66 feet.

And? It's divided into 100 lengths.

Length of length?

7 .9 inches. And there's 70 chains to the mile, Mr. Tarrant?

80.

You seem to be what you claim to be.

What are you driving at, honey?

Water. We take too many chances hauling it from the outside when there's a well

right here.

Maybe you got something there.

We got a well, a pump, and a busted -down steam engine to run it.

If you can fix the steam engine, you can stay alive.

I haven't seen Jim.

You will.

I don't have any tools. I didn't bring... We've got a blacksmith shop,

everything you're going to need.

It may take me some time. You've got a week.

It may take me longer.

No, it won't.

Okay, music!

Well, this is as close as I can get. The guard's in front of the tunnel. They

keep it covered up with brush.

It's about 200 feet straight up from here to here.

And they got a whole box canyon blocked off.

I guess... You guess what?

I guess I didn't do such a good job, did I?

Sure you did.

Brought back a lot of good, useful information.

Well, I didn't find out if Dave's still alive.

Well, we're gonna keep right on planning, just like he is.

Sure, boss.

I don't know why they took him or shot Boaz. I don't know.

It's like a fort there. Guards everywhere.

I've never seen anything like it.

Very few people have.

It's a place I think it is. It's called New Chicago.

New Chicago?

I never heard of it. You wouldn't have any reason to.

Matter of fact, I was beginning to think it was just a legend or a rumor.

Over the years, I've heard a lot about New Chicago.

A little bit here and a piece there.

It's the last stop for some of the worst outlaws still living.

Well, how are you going to get in and get Dave out? No assurance I can.

But if I do, it'll be all for the information that you've given me and

little bits and pieces that I've picked up over the years.

Printing you did on that poster is as good as anything I can do on Frank

What about the other matter?

Yes, sir, we got more volunteers than we need. The gold up?

Plenty of them.

Good.

Coming into Brady Junction any minute now.

I still don't see how you plan on getting into that tunnel.

You don't, huh?

You know exactly where the water hole is, don't you?

Yes, sir.

Hey, not on tomorrow morning. I'm going to develop quite a third.

You're taking your time.

I was given a week.

Now, how long does it take to fix the steam engine?

I should go rob a bank.

I asked you how long it took to fix it.

Johnny, can you fix this?

Put leg irons on you because we don't trust you.

Joe,

keep your eyes open or I'll have them closed for you.

Get back to work, Mr. Perrin.

All right, Barnabas, get that horse out of here.

You sure you don't want me to hang around in here?

I'm sure.

Go on, be careful.

And keep your fingers crossed.

Good luck, Mr. Galvin.

I'll come down after there.

You... Why couldn't you be driving horses?

Need a horse, mister?

We can get you a horse.

Never mind. That's not all you could get me. Get him out of here. Give me that

big button.

Johnny? Hello, Reno.

Johnny? Wait.

This gun hand jumped the waterway.

What you doing alive?

5 ,000 reward.

Bart Klinger.

Alive.

Wanted for questioning by the Attorney General.

Johnny, you don't think we're so low as to turn in a wanted man for money, do

you?

Yep. 5 ,000 ain't much.

Batting the flagpole.

Bart Klinger, huh?

Never heard of him.

Ah, the whole new mess of cheap gun hands flooding the area.

Wanted by the Attorney General for questioning.

What about it, Klinger?

You, the Attorney General?

Well, right now, I'm more important to you than he is.

You heard the man, Klinger. Answer the question.

I gave him an answer. What else did he have on him?

Nothing. Said his horse spooked.

Left me high and dry.

Perhaps you'd sell me a horse.

And if I do, you'll ride out.

That's right. Where?

A drifter. What are you wearing under your shirt?

I got a bullet in the belly and had to leave town before it had a chance to

heal. It's still sore.

Let's see how sore.

Let him go.

Johnny, fetch that railroad surveyor.

I just got a hunch about you.

A good hunch.

The man wants me.

Yeah, well, I'm right in the middle of something. Now!

Well, Joe ain't leg irons. He's got a belly wound.

I got a hunch it'll be an even fight.

Go ahead, kill each other.

I've got nothing against the stranger.

I said kill each other.

Fight's over.

Clare, come here.

Good play.

Maybe you'll fit in here.

a good fight for a man with a belly wound.

That's it.

Or I'll put a real bullet in your belly.

That's the most interesting gunshot wound I ever saw in my life.

You're half.

Got a half -goose near Chicago.

That's a wonderful hideout.

But why?

Why New Chicago?

Well, they have this fellow Frankie Burnett.

Is that Frankie Burnett of Burnett Gorillas?

That's right.

Made Quantrell's raiders look like a bunch of choir boys.

He disappeared after the war. What happened to him?

Disappeared right here.

Frankie was the original man.

The head man.

Crazy about Chicago. He always had the idea he'd take his share of the loot and

go there and live high on the hog.

Johnny.

Let's go to the flagpole.

All in up, Johnny.

Keep all that money up there, huh?

In plain sight.

For everybody to see.

You know, we've got a spot to hide money.

There was only one man who ever tried to rob the treasurer.

And he was the impatient type.

Oh, yes, that fellow.

Tied him in front of our cannon and fired.

Well, someday everybody here will get their share of the kitty.

If I didn't keep contributing and stay alive, I'd be the last. Come on up, I

guess.

Hello,

Freeman.

Yesterday they contributed $10 ,000.

Half of what they and Harv Carey took from the Logan Bank.

Harv isn't back yet.

He's either dodging a posse or dead.

Well, I like the setup here.

And I've got an idea that's probably good for $5 ,000, $10 ,000 for starters.

Well, just hold on to that idea.

We don't do anything without her.

Who?

Angela.

They found a way for us to get out of here.

Well, I had a file, but they took it.

It wouldn't do you any good anyway.

They got guards all over this place.

Who is this girl, Angela?

I don't know, but when she talks, they all jump.

I'm sorry about that right. I meant to pull it. Don't worry about it. Matter of

fact, I'm sorry about the left.

How do we get out of here?

We're going to blow this place wide open.

Posse, Posse, they're coming.

Posse's coming.

Posse, they're coming.

Posse's coming.

The creek block, it's broken.

He's just been charged with breaking the law.

What law?

Our law.

The charges are leading a posse into New Chicago and wrecking our cannon.

Well, jury?

You send for me, ma 'am?

Come on in, Klinger.

Jim Nation tells me that you have a plan for making a little money.

That's right.

My first name's Angela.

Mine's Bart.

Won't you sit down, Bart?

Now, tell me about the money.

Before I came here, I'd spent a little time in a place called Marengo.

Every other week, just as regular as clockwork, a couple of old fellas would

come into town to the express office, drop off a few bags of gold. How much?

Eight,

ten thousand dollars, I suppose.

The interesting thing was that each time they came to town, they came from a

different direction.

One time from the north, south, east, west.

You're a very busy man.

I'd say I like to travel.

Anyway, I went out and scouted around.

I found the only trail that they could use to get down out of those hills in

Marengo.

Where's that?

Right here.

And where would you say their mine would be?

The mine's right up here, just below Indian Ridge.

Sorry, but your story rubs me the wrong way.

Why didn't you just trail the miners and jump their claim?

I did trail them to the mine.

Found two other men there working the claim.

One man jumping four rubs me the wrong way.

Well, then why didn't you just bushwhack the two carrying the gold dust?

That's what I intended to do, but I got sidetracked.

By a woman?

No, no, by a bank.

I'd been dying to hit that bank.

I finally did.

Then I got chased all over the country and finally wound up here in New Chicago

talking to a very interesting woman.

who owns rather a strange -looking cat and a whole bunch of gunfighters.

Well, there have been reports of mine in Indian Ridge.

All right, Bart.

You can bushwhack the miners and bring back the gold dust.

Take Johnny Spanish with you.

Thank you.

Now could I ask you a personal question?

Sure.

You belong to Jim Nations?

I don't belong to anybody.

And I never will.

Not until I meet someone who measures up to Frankie Burnett.

I was Mrs. Frankie Burnett.

I was with him when he founded New Chicago.

I nursed him when he was sick.

And I held him when he died.

And now you're on the show for it.

No.

The man runs it.

The strongest man always runs it.

And right now, that's Jim Nations.

Frankie made our plan of operation, and Jim runs it.

He lacks Frankie's personality.

But he matches Frankie's speed with a gun.

I think if Frankie were here, he'd... be rather disappointed about some things.

Why?

He haven't kept his map up to date. There's several locations where... Law

enforcement officers are housed at the present time and don't show up on your

map. There's also a new fort under construction.

It's not on there either.

You're a very observant man.

In fact, I think you'd make a great man.

Any progress, Frank?

Not yet, ma 'am.

It's going to take an engineer to fix it. Come on, Klinger.

Better.

Don't look like Indian Ridge.

We're taking a shortcut.

I don't see any miners.

Maybe there aren't any miners.

Maybe there ain't any gold.

Get down!

No gold, huh?

Get the horse, I'll get the gold.

We'll both get the gold.

That's all of it.

Not quite.

I want the details.

Well, he shot the miners, took the gold. There it is, that's all.

That's all?

Who shot the miners?

Question too hard for you, Johnny?

No.

Klinger shot them. Both?

Both. Where did it happen?

On the trail down from Indian Ridge to Morunga.

Spots you showed me on the map.

Give or take a mile or so.

So, Klinger set the ambush.

Klinger picked the spot.

Klinger killed the miners.

That about it.

Congratulations.

It's a beginning.

Bart,

would you take me down to the engine shed?

Didn't your rifle work?

Squeezed off two shots. Before you could fire?

Johnny, did he have a rifle?

No. And you got them both with a shot each?

Both of them.

Dead?

He was lucky.

Was he?

Mr. Tarrant, you just earned your key.

Valuable fellow.

What was your job on the railroad?

Surveyor. What else?

Engineer. Yes, a fellow that works for a railroad that's so rich they can afford

to use an engineer as a common ordinary surveyor.

Well, it wasn't just an ordinary survey. We were laying out the route.

Why are you so interested in him, Bart? Because the choosing of a route for a

railroad is an important decision.

And important decisions are made by important people.

Now, what was your real job?

Chief construction engineer.

Let's go talk about railroads.

$25 ,000 ransom.

For him?

You think they'll pay it?

I don't know.

Get the engineer to write a note to the president of that railroad, Calhoun. I

think his name is.

And we'll see.

Cut up $25 ,000 between us. Or whatever we can get.

I think the flagpole can stand the extra weight.

Well, it's a deal.

That's what I like.

It's a quick decision.

Well, we try to be efficient.

I see that.

You already got the men out there fixing the cannon.

Trying to, you mean.

If they're having any trouble, why don't you put that engineer on it?

Good idea. He did fix the engine.

You got a map around here with scalp lock on it?

Yeah, it's under her majesty.

There's one of the main offices of the BPS &D.

Boy, I figured I can go into town, hang around there, and choose my own time to

contact Calhoun.

That won't be necessary.

You changed your mind?

I'll send Johnny Spanish with the note.

No.

Calhoun's one of the sharpest men in this part of the country.

Johnny Spanish can handle it.

Well, he'll wreck my plan, and I don't want him delivering the note.

I'm giving the orders around here.

But then you get your own schemes for making money.

Now, this ransom note's my idea, and I'm not going to cut $12 ,500 up with

somebody I don't need.

You know the penalty for disobeying orders?

I'll take the chance.

Well, I never thought I'd meet another Frankie Burnett.

You haven't.

My name is Bart Klinger.

An entirely different person with entirely different ideas.

In what way are your ideas different?

Only where money's concerned.

Anybody here? I was told to come up.

How's work coming on the cannon, Mr. Tarrant?

I'll have it firing again.

Good. Sit down.

It isn't often that I have a chance to talk with an educated man.

Where'd you study engineering?

Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

Were you the head of your class?

Not quite.

Sit down.

Do you think Mr. Calhoun will find it easier to replace you?

I sure hope that thought hasn't crossed his mind.

Well, wouldn't it be cheaper to hire another engineer than to pay the ransom?

Do you think you're worth $25 ,000?

I think so.

Well, for your sake, I hope Calhoun thinks so.

What's he like?

What would you like to know about him?

Is he one of those big eastern types that sit behind a big desk in New York?

His desk is on wheels.

Does he run the railroad from Scalpla?

No, from his private car.

You mean he has a whole railroad car for himself?

What she lives in.

Pot -bellied with white whiskers.

Sometimes I wish he were.

No, some ladies say he cuts quite a handsome getup.

Does he have $25 ,000 in cash?

He owns one of the best railroads in the West.

But is he tight with his money?

He's a gambler.

No matter what the stakes?

He won the railroad in a poker game.

Is he a fighter?

Two -fisted.

Does he carry a gun?

When necessary.

Short -tempered? A powder keg.

Has he ever killed a man?

Yes. More than one man? Yes.

A gun -fighting president of a railroad?

He's not your typical executive, that's for certain.

What do you think about Bart Klinger?

I've heard he's fast with a gun.

Faster than Calhoun?

My money would have to go with Calhoun.

What chance does Klinger have of collecting the money?

No chance, if Calhoun doesn't believe him.

Well, why shouldn't he believe him?

Because he might think I'm dead. Not if Bart tells him you're alive. I mean,

he's just not any ordinary gunfighter.

I

shouldn't

have sent Bart.

If Klinger's the man you say he is, he'll come back.

Well, the money might come back.

Calhoun doesn't kill him.

Johnny Spanish will.

How long you been following me, Johnny?

When did you know?

Last two miles.

Three miles.

Why? Maybe it's because I want to make sure you're going to bring back that $25

,000.

Maybe not.

Is it your idea or Nation's?

Everything's going to depend on timing.

You, me, Dave.

Don't overdo the heroics.

Yes, sir, Mr. Callaghan.

Got a big shit?

No, not yet.

But it'll be ready.

Andrew. I was sure it was you who had come by.

Johnny Spanish wasn't so sure.

You got the money?

In the saddlebags.

I've got nations to take care of first.

He's in the ballet union.

Hey!

Thank you.

Now, throw your guns out.

Turn around and pace them out.

The end of New Chicago, Angela.

Oh.

Excellent champagne.

Hard to come by out here, but it's worth the effort.

Mr. Calhoun, anything worth having requires effort.

Is there anything we can do for you?

Yes. You can take care of Her Majesty while I'm away.

I hope that won't be too long.

I was right about you, Mr. Calhoun.

You are a great man.

Angela.

Thank you, Dad.

Under other circumstances, she could have been a great woman.

Who'd you leave that raccoon with?

C .C. Johnson back in Scalplock.

Give him a queen for a playmate.

Courtesy of the BPS, indeed.

David, why don't you get your maps and let's see where we were on that survey.

Right.