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Fours and nines. Two pair.

Three trail.

Beats nines and fours.

Second best hand, kid.

Here's a good one up.

That's a better one.

And that one is no good.

I've got 500.

Oh.

I've got a call.

I wouldn't.

I've got a good hand.

That's good advice.

Take it.

Oh, what do you mean?

You're not much besides brass, are you, Applegate? Oh, what do you mean? Now,

after all, that is my money you're playing with.

Not that it's any of your concern, mister, but as much as Applegate's into

figure he sneezes, I better blow my nose.

Like you say, that's none of my concern.

This game is my business.

You're interrupting.

Like it better if I interrupt.

Relax, gentlemen.

I'll be the soul of brevity.

You're just about tapped, Applegate.

A condition you're not about to rectify with these.

Each of these IOUs sports your John Hancock to the aggregate tune of $5

Am I right?

All you needed was a couple of starts with your racehorse and you'd pay me

Wasn't that your promise? It's not.

It's not my fault, Mr. Fitzpatrick.

I've tried. It seems that, well, nobody hereabouts wants to race against Diablo.

Diablo?

That your horse?

He's my horse.

That's about all he has, too, mister.

Well, maybe you can't land him any races, but I can.

Since that's the only way I'll get my money back, I got a proposition for you.

In lieu of cash, I'll cancel your indebtedness in return for a half

Diablo. No, I couldn't, Mr. Patrick. I just couldn't trade any part of Diablo.

He's like my family.

Look, Jack, Jack, just give me a little time. Time?

I told you talking was a waste of time.

I'm afraid, regrettably, you're right, Carl.

Resume the game, gentlemen.

Suffering the absence of Mr. Applegate, with whom I shall continue my

negotiations in a sequestered setting.

Applegate?

On your feet, Applegate.

The

door over there,

I suggest you use it.

Unless you've got other plans.

Not my line of endeavor, sir. Thank you.

I suppose you prefer I took this with me.

Get him out.

There you go.

Better read the end.

Take a look at that ass.

Well, how do you think it went? Like shooting fish in a barrel.

Mr. Calhoun, come here.

Now, that's got to be the most beautiful horse I've ever seen.

It's Diablo.

The three -year -old black son of El Scimitar out of Sturgeon's Quest.

Winner of 17 out of 21 races.

Saratoga, Merrimack, Silver Spring, Aqueduct.

Present owner, Big Diablo.

What do you have for breakfast?

The horse or the rider?

We got up a full head of steam?

Yeah, we're full of wine.

I'd say he could run quite some.

He wants us to pull up.

Yeah.

I sure appreciate you stopping like this.

I hope this don't bend your schedule all out of shape.

All part of the policy of CPSD.

Stop at all cattle crossing, landslides, and for old poker partners.

What's bothering you?

Well, I've got the same problem as yesterday.

Only aggravated. Jack Fitzpatrick says if he don't get immediate satisfaction

them IOUs of mine, he's going to get a court order... Attach and Diablo.

Is that... You know, if chickens was two for a nickel, I couldn't even buy part

interest in a gizzard.

Well, if a little loan might help, why? Oh, no,

no, no. That's not how come we flagged you down.

What we wondered, Diablo, he was... Could we hitch a ride on your freight

for us at Scalpa?

Huh? I don't like to ride him anymore in a gatta. I gotta save them legs for the

purses. You know... That's all we need. A couple of money starts and we'll have

that Fitzpatrick.

Well, square it away.

The only problem I see is they haven't got any racing in Scalplock.

No racing?

That is, they haven't had up to this point.

I remember that I owe you, Patrick, for about $5 ,000.

Is that right?

I want to take this word with you. Excuse me.

Not like it's real money, Dave.

It's all money that I won in a poker game. But you hardly know the man.

Yeah, I know him better than you think.

I know how you feel about Diablo here, Digby.

I was there when Fitzpatrick tried to buy in on him.

If you give this proposition some thought, I'll give you the $5 ,000 that

need. You would turn deed over 49 % of the horse to me.

Condition that you can buy him back at any time whenever you've got the money.

Plus that, of course.

Maybe that'll take the Joker out of the deck for you, Dave.

Oh, clearly every self -respecting railroad should have a racehorse.

I don't understand, Mr. Cowan.

What do you get out of this?

What do I get out of it?

I thought that was obvious.

A racehorse.

Scout Block's own race course.

When will you finish driving that race? The race is about to begin.

No gambling. No gambling. I'm looking for a gambling man.

Sir, you have the evidence of a gambling man. But charge your kid to place a

friendly wager on this. As I've already informed these good people, this is just

a hobby of mine.

Professionally, I'm in farming influence.

Dingle and Sons, Joplin, Missouri, you must know. Gilbert Reese is the name,

sir. As a fellow devotee of the sport of kings, I can give you Jessup's horse,

friend, at ten to one.

Betches, of course, against Diablo.

I've been burned twice already back in local entries.

Twice? That's civic pride.

Three times, that's when my missus here signs the commitment papers.

Diablo's going to be beaten sometime, Fred.

Last week's race, I'll grant you, was a runaway, but yesterday's was close.

Very close.

Close? You call that close, mister? You better not take up barbering.

Julie,

you think none of them have ever seen a horse race before.

Well, none of them ever have seen anything like Diablo.

Words spreading like measles.

Did you hear the green front ran out of whiskey? They had to send over juniper

for more.

Boy, I tell you, Applegate may not be getting fat on the purses yet, but

merchants sure are doing fine.

Well, what are we going to do when it slacks off? Brought out a two -headed

Slacks off?

Don't you know how we do business by this time?

First you've got to create a customer demand for the product, and then go

the product.

If you ask me, what we're doing is more like a doctor deliberately inventing a

disease to make sure he's got a market for his remedy.

I'd better get over to the starting line there. I imagine the mayor's having a

conniption for this.

Anything else I can do, Dickie? It's almost post -time.

I know, Barnabas. I know, I know.

You might just ease up on that sense just a little bit.

Right. Diablo likes to ride and come.

Easy. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Hey, he sure has taken to you, Diablo has.

And he ain't one for sociability, neither.

He's mighty selective in his circle of acquaintances.

But, Barnabas, it's like the fellow says.

Takes a thoroughbred to know one.

Are you all set?

Let's go do it.

attention. Now this is a point -to -point race with a lap -and -clap start.

Now the starting line is right here.

You go to the other end of the street, pick up the flag, and come back here on

this line. And the first horse over is the winner.

Now are you all set?

All right, let's go!

Ben Calhoun has a few words of interest to say to us all.

As you're winning, Ben, there's the flag.

Thank you, Mayor.

I'll make this as brief as possible, for I know that there are those among us,

in the minority, of course, that can hardly wait to get on the beaten path to

the closest refreshment.

One thing, this hot sun, it doesn't help us get the butter churn, but it does

create a good healthy thirst.

Now, what I've seen here today only proves what I suspected all along.

So I'm going to announce at this time that you've just seen Diablo run his

public race point to point.

The next time you see him run will be on Scalplock's own

racetrack two weeks from Saturday.

Collected the site and taken an option on it.

Summers Meadows.

I've already ordered track to be laid to build a shuttle that'll carry people

back and forth between town and the racetrack.

Calhoun's gonna build us a race course.

Now ain't that fine.

For Ben Calhoun.

It's not enough his railroad robs us blind with his fancy freight rates.

He's gotta set up knights thinking of ways to get his hands on our egg money,

too.

You know, Mr. Jessup, folks around these parts didn't know you so well. They

might think that all that money you got stored up in the bank there gathering

moss was made by doing good deeds and through charitable benevolence.

Of course I'm going to make money out of it. At least I hope so. That's what

it's all about.

But I'm not going to be alone. We're all going to make money.

Now take a look around you here.

Take a look around you and look at the crowd.

These are mostly just local people.

And it's just for one race.

I try to imagine 10, 20, 30 times this amount of people.

And for a whole cart full of races, not just one with Diablo there heading them

up. He'll be standing there, open to the world, taking on all comers. And

there's going to be comers, too, from every part of this nation. You're right

about that.

I've traveled the length and breadth of this great continent.

I've seen every track. Name a track. I've been there.

I've seen the champions, contenders, also rants. And I can tell you

indisputably, that's as fine a specimen of horse flesh as ever I laid eyes upon.

They'll come, all right, as the pilgrims come to Mecca.

Yeah, but what kind of pilgrims?

Touts, bookmakers, confidence men?

Them too. There'll be an undesirable element no matter what business you

in. As long as the races are scrupulously run.

What does it matter?

It's just not people pouring into Scalp Lock. Not just horses, but money,

friends. Spending money.

They'll need food, shelter, recreational diversions. Oh, sure.

Ben's looking to turn a buck. But just remember, it's his money that trickles

down the drain if this venture fails.

Now, if it succeeds, we'll all profit.

Now, speaking for the town, I say we owe Ben Calhoun a rousing boat of thanks.

A little way to remember, you opted for Twin Forks.

I have to hand it to you, Jack.

You had the vision. The entire country to choose from, and you picked

That wasn't just a brainstorm.

It was divine inspiration.

Calhoun, he was my inspiration.

Other communities offer attractive inducements, but only Scalplock offers

Calhoun. The man's a doer, a go -getter. Where he is, things really move.

And that's the most beautiful aspect of my plan.

His perspiration is about to make us all very wealthy.

Yeah.

But what's it going to make Calhoun?

In Scalblach, a highly unpopular citizen, I'm afraid.

In fact, if all goes well, our little escapade could very well cost him his

entire fortune.

Gentlemen, I give you our faithful servant, the loveliest lady of them all.

Green.

Calhoun. Late.

Hard to believe this is the same drowsy little hamlet that met my eyes when I

first descended from your passenger coach just two weeks ago, sir.

Five days still to go before the race course opens. You'd already scalp locks

taken on the appearance of a bustling metropolis.

Bustling with what?

Good day.

See?

Mr. Calhoun!

I was wondering when you and I'd run across one another.

Here. Yeah, I was just couldn't hardly wait for the day.

Well, uh, see, uh, Carl here, he was, uh, hanging in a little suspense.

Uh, for reasons I find exceedingly church, he persists in nursing an

grudge against you. Why don't you go along with the idea of letting bygones

bygones, huh? Why not?

Applegate discharged his debt to me. The rest is water under the bridge.

Including Diablo?

I won't deny some disappointment that Applegate prefers you as his partner.

Still in the final analysis, it's not under whose colors Diablo races, but

simply that he does race. Well, you've seen to that, for which I and my

undernourished bank account shall be forever grateful.

Do I detect a trace of skepticism in that chiseled face?

I'm not so naive, Fitzpatrick, that I believe that you can work with cattle

without picking up a few ticks here and there, or that I can get the benefit

from the rain without occasionally getting hit with a bolt of lightning.

Your kind follows opportunity wherever it is.

Whether it's a building of an industry or a railroad or a racetrack.

That doesn't mean that you're welcome here.

Calhoun, you are a marvel.

An absolute realist in a world of chicanery and naive delusion.

Very well. Since we've sliced so neatly to the heart of the matter, permit me as

one businessman to another to offer you a proposition of mutual benefit to us

both. You give me the exclusive betting concession at the track.

and I'll cut the profits with you.

How's that?

Well, I'm going to tell you one thing.

You might not win first prize for having the most gall, but you're going to be

one of the chief runner -ups.

I'd rather go over to Johnson County and raise mutton than do business with you.

It's going to happen. It's going to happen, Calhoun.

You mark my words, one of these days we'll be eating from the same plate.

My regards to Applegate.

And if I were you, I'd forget what I was thinking.

He's got good qualities.

Fine neck, a lot of chest going for him.

Lays out well under the whip.

Yeah, but not like Diablo. Look, look, look.

He takes that turn nice and tight.

But not like Diablo, right? I mean, we don't have anything to worry about with

him, do we?

Barnabas. They could tell me they'd entered a bolt of lightning against

in Saturday's race, and I wouldn't raise a second cousin to a small sweat.

Come on.

We've seen what we came to see.

Say,

uh, Applegate.

Scott and the opposition?

What's the verdict?

Tell them, Barnabas.

Diablo's gonna walk across the finish line.

Walk? Walk!

I observe a stopwatch in your hand, sir. Might one inquire as to the results of

your clocking? They'd only plunge you into severe emotional depression.

Not at all, sir, not at all. It's my conviction that the jockey was

holding his mount in. He'll better today's speed by half in Saturday's

or I'll eat my best bowler. Why dine on felt when you could be devouring bedding

slips? I assume you are a gambling man. With a passion, sir, as some of these

gentlemen can attest.

What odds are you putting?

Does 20 to 1 sound attractive?

Ah, it's an aria from Lohengrin.

Can you handle a thousand? Nothing could give me greater pleasure.

Your name, sir? Gilbert Reese, sir.

You mean you're going to bet ten big ones on Calico?

I have just done so, sir.

Well, either your mother left you out in the sun too long, or you know something

we don't know.

Either interpretation is a distinct possibility.

Mr.

Calhoun!

Mr. Calhoun!

Not in?

No, I went in to Linville to check on those overdue ties. What's the panic on

us? I guess you better come.

If I don't get these reports out, we're all going to... Wait.

Diablo. Something's happened to Diablo.

I understand. Now, I'm hardly a qualified veterinarian. I couldn't get

Taggart, Dave. He's out at the Leadbetter Farm delivering a calf.

He's not expected back before sundown.

Digby. Huh?

Digby, you know more about horses than I do, but...

Looks to me like he's pulled a tendon.

Well, that is what I figured.

But being so close to Diablo and all, well, I wanted an

outside opinion.

Does this mean we can't race him Saturday?

Not unless we want to risk permanently crippling him.

He's counting on that race, too.

For Mr.

Calhoun's sake.

Opening day at the track and all them people coming and all.

Now, what are they going to say when they hear that Diablo's been scratched?

It's like serving Christmas dinner without the turkey.

Well, they're not going to hear of it.

Yet.

I've got to somehow find a way to keep this under our hats until Ben gets back

from Linville.

He's the only one that can do anything about it.

Digby.

Barnabas.

I've got your solemn promise. Right.

Not a word of this to anyone.

Are you sure of your facts, mister?

Don't take my word for it, friend.

There's a knothole in the back of Diablo's stall.

Go put your eye to it. See for yourself if that leg isn't taped up.

That thousand I bet on Calico?

I'm on my way now to trouble that amount.

But, uh, sit on this information, friend.

If word circulates, I'll play havoc with the odds.

Hey, Kirk, that's an awful lot of money.

Don't spend it all in one place.

Spend it?

Mayor Osborne, I'm going to multiply it. Huh?

You don't mean it.

Your Honor, you know me. I got a bumper caution that'd sweat a rat to run

around.

Where's he off to in such an all -fired hurry?

Oh, you wouldn't believe it.

Try me.

That beats me.

It's like the Oklahoma land rush.

If everybody's on Calico, I figure there'd be a more even distribution of

in Scouts Lock.

$10 ,000.

You certain you want to bet all this?

I'd make it more if the bulk of my ready cash wasn't tied up in a cattle

shipment. You're just scratching an itch. Or you've been holding private

discussions with the entries.

All right. It's your money.

Don't tell me. Let me make a wild guess.

Palico.

Jack, I think it's about to happen.

Hook! I know why you're all here.

At least I've got a strong suspicion why you're here.

Put your money away.

Diablo's not going to race.

Haggard has looked Diablo over and he says, well, sure, he strained that poor

leg. And there's no question that it could slow down his speed some.

But he doesn't figure there's much likelihood he could permanently injure

himself in Saturday's start.

Well, any likelihood is more of a chance than I'm going to take.

Now, you can harangue me till the air turns blue.

If you've made my decision, I'm going to stand up.

Oh, Ben, doggone it. Now, you're not being reasonable.

Now, Diablo's the main reason that we got behind this race course.

Now, you made a promise to scalp Locke, and if the folks turn up here Saturday

and that sixth race has been scratched, why, they'll be grumbling all the way

from here to Bent Fork.

I'm sorry, but the decision's been made.

Mr. Fitzpatrick and the other bookmakers will just have to return the money.

Afraid that's not for you to determine, Gallo.

Why isn't it?

I still own half of that horse.

Forty -nine percent, to be exact.

Your partner's got a voice in this, right, Applegate?

You don't think Digby would run that horse, do you? It means more to him than

his kinfolks. All the same, kinfolk or no, he has agreed.

Well, if Mr. Applegate has expressed a willingness to race Diablo... Not a

willingness, an obligation.

What's more, he's not nearly so worried about damaging that horse as Calhoun

seems to be.

Is that true, Digby?

Well, with warm...

compresses, daily massage, tape, and we keep them off the leg as much as

possible. There's no reason why we can't run them and shave Calico in the

bargain. While respecting Mr. Applegate's testimony, we must admit

the possibility of prejudice.

Of course he likes to believe his horse, even in its handicapped condition, has

a chance of winning.

But I know better.

And so, gentlemen, do you.

Surely, fair -minded sportsmen that you are.

you wouldn't take advantage of Diablo's infirmity for the sake of personal gain.

Listen to him. He's thinking of all that money he's going to have to shell out

when Calico comes romping in.

I shall, as Mr. Calhoun suggested, happily refund all bets.

Then at some future date, when Diablo has recovered from his injury... Future

date, nothing.

Saturday. Right, Mayor?

We all heard Applegate. Do we go with him or not?

I'm sorry, Ben.

All right.

Maybe I can't outvote my partner.

But I'll put a restraining order on him and keep him in court so long that

Diablo will be too old to run.

Forgetting something, ain't you? The way I hear it, that contract gives

Applegate the right to buy you out any time he chooses.

If I had the money, which I haven't. But I have.

And to tell the truth, I've always wanted to own part interest in a

Mayor Osborne, I protest.

Sure you do, but you're stuck with it. There ain't nothing wrong or illegal

about this solution.

Scout Block has its race.

Calhoun gets his investment back.

Go pick a hole in that.

I'll have Dave figure out what's owed, including the interest.

Have your man stop by in the morning, pick up the papers.

Now get out of here.

You'll find yourselves a racetrack, mind. It's no longer available.

Oh, now, Ben, Ben, you don't mean that.

Don't I?

What kind of odds will you give him on that, Mr.

Fitzpatrick? It's Calhoun's loss, not ours. We'll have it in town.

But, Ben, it's a great thing for the sport.

Oh, you see.

How Saturday's the big day for Scout Block.

For all of us. Right?

Right.

All right, let's go.

Dig me.

But sometimes there ain't no why, Mr.

Calhoun. It's not true.

You sold out to somebody.

Who it is is not important.

Maybe I'm not a good judge of horses, but I always prided myself on being a

judge of men.

And it wasn't the horse I put all that money into.

It was you I was betting on.

Obviously, I was wrong.

Now this is the start of the fourth race.

Nevada and Charm Boy will be the horses running.

Now come right on up to the starting line, boys.

Bring them right on up to the starting line.

Now, will you give me the gun, please?

All right.

Now get set.

Now when I fire, go.

Get set.

Thank you.

That's a good question.

One that everyone seems to have a satisfactory answer for except me.

Should I?

Shouldn't I? Will I?

Ask young Master Barnabas here.

Pick a sorghum, him and me.

Now, don't even nod at all.

The same with Mr. Powell. The same with Mr. Tarrant. In their book, I'm

about as desirable... As hoof and mouth disease.

That's before the race and run.

Yes,

Dickie. What about afterwards?

Ah, there you are, Applegate. I've been looking high and low for you.

You didn't find me.

You ought to be getting ready. The fifth race is just about to start.

Start? Mr.

Reese, will he be able to ride in his condition?

Apparently so.

Man, was I not in this condition, I couldn't even walk.

Come along, Captain Gabe.

There's a pot of coffee simmering in the livery table.

Oh.

Miss Ewing, don't forget to put your money on Diablo here.

Diablo? No matter what anybody tells you. The envelope.

And tell Mr.

Calhoun that... Yes,

Digby, tell him what?

Tell him hello for me.

Come along, Applegate. Coffee will do you some good.

Hey!

What'd you do that for?

You'd throw him, wouldn't you? No!

You'd deliberately throw that at me. No! Don't lie to me!

I saw it in your face.

Everything we worked for.

And you'd send it up the flu.

Well, you won't get the chance.

Because, my dear Digby, you shan't be riding Diablo today.

See anything funny around here, D?

Huh? What?

It's Patrick's face.

Now take a look at the face on this bookmaker over here.

And this one.

They're all sweaty.

And yesterday he was more concerned than any of them. And now he's a jeweled

bunch.

I see what you mean.

They're all giving the same odds on the same horses.

At this point, Calico's a brave and his favorite. He wins.

They all take a bath. They're out of business.

Patrick's got a smile from ear to ear.

Something smells here, and it's not coming from the stable.

I'll be back. Where are you going?

See a man about to own it.

Oh. Oh.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Mr. Cahill.

Who did this?

The Reeds.

I've got a... Stop the race.

Are you all right?

I'm all right. Just stop.

Ring her.

Yes, sir. Ring her.

They passed him off for Diablo.

Exactly what they did.

This is the start of the sixth and last race.

The horses are Calico and Diablo.

All right, gentlemen, we move up to the starting line.

of the sixth race is Diablo.

Take the bandage off.

All right, Clemens. Let Mr. Calhoun have his look.

Not a thing in the world wrong with that horse.

I never said there was.

It was your man, Dave Tarrant, who gave currency to that misapprehension.

That was a shrewd wager, Calhoun.

What wager?

Picking Diablo to win. You're the only man in scalp lock who leaned that way.

You're a dirty, rotten liar, Patrick.

Don't know about the rest of you, but I dropped a bundle on this little setup.

What I lost in cash, I aim to take back in satisfaction.

Right now.

as natural for them as scavenging is to a coyote.

But you folks, what's your excuse?

Well, I'll tell you what it was.

The greed.

I didn't want to run Diablo because he had a bad leg, I thought.

But you insisted.

You had a sure thing and you weren't going to let go. You didn't care what

happened to the horse.

It was unimportant.

You had dreams of illusion.

You were going to retire to the Riviera off your winnings, and there by the

seaside you were going to sip champagne.

The only thing that went wrong was your dream blew up on you. It went up in

smoke. So instead of turning around and kicking your own backside for being the

greenhorns that you were, you started looking around for a scapegoat.

Now, you came to the wrong address.

And don't be looking for Fitzpatrick, either. Lay the blame on him.

Burglary's a good deal different than a swindle.

Now, in a swindle, you need the full cooperation of the intended victim. And,

boy, he had it.

In spades.

And, I'm sorry to say, starting with me.

Nash! Bring him in here.

That'll be enough of that.

I'll handle this my own way, without violence. We've had enough of that for

day.

A good deal more leaning on you people than you were ready to be on me.

Mr. Patrick, I've got a proposition.

I want to make a wager.

We're listening.

If I win, you give all the money back to these people that you've taken from

them. Then I want a quit claim, Dean.

Signed by Reese on his half of Diablo.

Then I want all three of you. Get your bags packed and get out of town. We

want you around here.

And if we win?

Then I'll sign over enough of the stock in this railroad to meet the amount.

Sounds interesting so far.

What's the bet?

That Diablo can be outrun.

By a horse?

Well, I hadn't figured on running a pigeon.

Diablo can't be beaten.

This horse, he'd be recruited locally.

He's within 100 yards of here right now.

That's how Calhoun aims to get our money back?

Any fool knows no local horse can shade Diablo.

Oh, shut up, Jessup. Shut up.

If Ben is willing to bet BPS and DE stock in an attempt to salvage our

there's not a man among us who has a right to hurl stones.

Mr. Calhoun, not that I've caused to suspect any duplicity on your part, but

might we have a look at this horse of yours?

Have we got a bet?

It's a bet.

Go on over to the depot and take a look at him. The depot? You got him stabled

at the depot?

We always stable him at the depot.

You don't mean the iron horse.

That's exactly who I mean.

Ben,

we haven't a chance of winning.

We haven't? No. Look, I was there. Remember?

Applegate breezed by us like we were just standing still.

We were also towing my private car, the passenger car, and several tons of

freight. Look, I don't care if you strip the iron horse down to two wheels and a

whistle. That horse can do a mile into two minutes, and that's better than

anything we can do. I think you forget it.

We've got a running start full head of steam. We've got a level road bed to

travel on.

Diablo's got to go over hills, down hills, up hills, over gullies. All

all right.

Tell me to fire for you.

Now you keep an eye on Fitzpatrick.

I think I got someone right here. Good luck.

You late?

I am, indeed.

Ben, Ben, I've gone over the ground rules of Fitzpatrick. Now, everything is

stipulated and agreed upon.

A run and start for the Iron Horse, with the Iron Horse getting off under a full

head of steam.

Now, that's a three -mile course.

Let's see now. No mechanical allowances for failure, etc.

And the race will begin now in one hour's time.

So we better get underway, huh?

And good luck, Ben. Thank you, Mayor. You want to go along?

After what I've done?

Get on board.

Teach you how to be a farmer.

I've ridden a lot of races, but never as a passenger before.

Come on, Ironheart. You can do it, sweetheart.

Hey, if Diablo heard me, he'd stomp my head in.

Look at that.

We should have expected something like this. If you play with him, he makes the

rules. We'll play by his rules.

We're going through.

Unless you've got some plan to make this locomotive fly like a bird, you better

brace yourself.

Go! Come on!

What now? We make it? Make?

With?

Well... Oh,

face it! Word!

Leg! Dirty trick!

Dirty's the name of this... game.

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