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[ clicks ]

Well, looks like
we sent '’em packing.

Yeah, this time.

Mr. Jefferson, I'’m quitting.

You'’ve been on the job
only two weeks!

And we'’ve been shot up
three times.

I can make more money
in the mines anyway,

and it'’s more safe.

Maybe I could get you a raise
in wages.

[ chuckles ]
From the old skinflint
that heads this company?

No, just give me the wages
that are coming to me, alright?

And take my advice,
Mr. Jefferson,

and get outta here yourself
before it'’s too late.

With all these mine payrolls
coming through this station,

you'’re gonna be the target
for every outlaw around here.

Yeah, I'’m just an old
railroad man, son.

Don'’t know any other work.

Here you are.Thanks, Mr. Jefferson.

Yeah, know some other young
fella that might take the job?

Nobody in his right mind.

I'’m gonna write to headquarters

and have them send me
an assistant.

Well, I wish him luck.
He'’ll need it.

♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks.
I'’m the Old Ranger.

It'’s the year 1883

and this is a short-haul
Sonora Railway.

A lot of mine payrolls
go through Fairbanks here

and that makes it
one of the most dangerous points

on the line.

You see, Tombstone is only
eight miles away

and that town harbors

some of the worst outlaws
in the West.

Our story tells what happens

when Mr. Jefferson writes
to Boston headquarters

to send him an assistant
for the...

I know I can make Cynthia happy,
Mr. Waterfield.

Not on a bookkeeper'’s salary
you can'’t,

not here in Boston anyway.

Well, I expect to advance
in my firm, sir.

Someday I may even be treasurer
of the company.

Mr. Barnes,
I insist on one thing.

The man my daughter marries
must be a railroad man.

Must know railroading
from the ground up.

Well, if it'’s necessary, sir,
I'’ll learn railroading.

You may as well know
that I'’m not a man
who gives up easily.

Alright, young man,
we'’ll just see.

Uh, there'’s a job
open right now
in Fairbanks, Arizona.

Assistant station agent.

Arizona? Out West?

Well, if you mean what you say

about learning
the railroad business.

Well, I do, sir, I do.

Alright, I'’ll give you a chance
to show me.

You be at my office
in the morning,
get the detail.

We'’ll arrange transportation
for you to Fairbanks, of course.

Thank you, sir.

Now, I'’m--
I'’m late to a board meeting.

If you'’ll excuse me, please.

Of course, uh,

do you think
I might see Cynthia tonight?

Oh, no, no, no,
I'’m afraid not.

She still has that headache.

Uh, I'’ll see you in the morning,
bright and early.

You will!

Thanks again, sir.

I'’ll make good, you'll see.

Yes, yes, Jason.
Here we go.

I'’ll-- I'll see you
in the morning, huh?

Say good-bye to Cynthia.Yes, yes. Bye-bye.

Oh...

Excuse me, sir.

Yes, yes, in the morning.
[ sighs ]

Thank you, Father.
You are a genius.

What would you do without me
to help you

out of these romantic
entanglements?

I never intended it
to go this far.

You shouldn'’t have let him on,my dear.

Well, I thought he knew
a harmless flirtation

from the real thing.

You don'’t think he'll come back,
do you?

Oh, once we lose him out there
in the wild-and-woolly West,

we'’ll never see him again.

[ bell clanging ]

Oh, pardon me.
Where may I find A. Jefferson,
the station agent?

I'’m the station agent,
Abby Jefferson.

Oh, but I thought that--

My father, Al Jefferson,
was the station agent.

He passed away two weeks ago.

Oh, I'’m very sorry to hear it.

I took over the job.

I see. [ train whistles in distance ]

I'’m your new assistant,
Jason Barnes.

You?

I have a letter here
from the main office.

You'’ll have to teach me
the ropes at first.

I'’m new to the railroad game.

New?

But I need
an experienced agent here.

Oh, but I learn very quickly,
Miss Jefferson.

Why, in no time at all,
I'’ll have the hang of things.

I just don'’t understand it.

Surely,they could have found a man
with some railroad background.

Miss Jefferson,

Mr. Cyrus Waterfield himself
sent me out here

to learn the business.

I can'’t help it if he chose
this particular station.

Old man Waterfield, huh?

He a personal friend of yours?

Well, he'’ll probably be my
father-in-law one of these days.

Oh, I see.

And after I teach you this job,

you are to move up
to better things.

I suppose so.

Well, maybe it'’s a good thing
Mr. Waterfield

did send you
to this station, Mr. Barnes.

He'’s paid absolutely
no attention to our complaints

about conditions here.

He'’ll listen to you, I'm sure.

What kinda complaints?

Didn'’t he inform you
that in the past six months,

we'’ve had seven different
assistants here?

No, they didn'’t.

And that they all quit?

Why'’d they quit?

Because wages are too low,
Mr. Barnes.

Men make more money in the mines

and they figure
they'’ll live longer.

Live longer?That'’s right.

You see, there'’s a lot of money
in that safe sometimes

and when the Bisbee gang
or some other bunch
decides to hold up this station,

just how long do you think
we'’ll last?

Come to think of it, it is funny

that he'’d send
a future son-in-law of his

out to a place like this,

where they might never
see you again.

Come now, Miss Jefferson,
stop pulling my leg.

What keeps you here
if it'’s so dangerous?

I need the job.

And so do I.

Now, if you'’ll tell me
what my duties are,

I'’ll start work immediately.

[ sighs ]
Well, I guess you'’ll work out,

else we'’ll know it
pretty quick.

You'’ll take the night shift,
sleep on that cot.

We receive shipments
round the clock

for points up and down the line,

as well as to connecting stages
to Tombstone.

The payments go west
on the 10:10,

and east on the 3:45.

I like to get the payrolls
in here before train time,

because I don'’t want the money
here overnight.

Uh-huh.
Or you might be held up.

You'’ll have to learn
about waybills,

semaphore signals,
key rattling--Key rattling?

Sending and receiving messages
by telegraph

And a few other things.

I'’ll be back as soon as I find
a room and freshen up.

Hope there'’s a good hotelin town.

Say, just where is the town?

You see those shacks
down the road?

That'’s the town.

The boarding house
is the one with the curtain.

You better get yourself
some working duds.

Good idea.

When you get back,
we'’ll do some target practice.

Target practice?

Look, I came here to learn
railroading, Miss Jefferson.

Target practice is the first
lesson at this way station.

[ horses galloping ]

Yah!

Whoa! Whoa!

You boys are driving
like the devil'’s after you.

Worse. Two outlaws ambushed us
halfway from Tombstone.

Whitey here
shot one through the shoulder,
and the other just faded out.

I sure was worried, Miss Abby.
That'’s a pretty big payroll.

Thank heavens it'’s going
right out on the 10:10.

Take care of yourselves, boys.

I better go get those
working duds, Miss Jefferson.

I'’ll be back very quick,
start my target practice.

Eleven out of 12,

you'’ve certainly improved
in a week.

I'’m glad I have.

You know, I can'’t understand

why the sheriff doesn'’t give us
a little more protection, Abby.

He'’s too busy over in Tombstone
to worry about us.

Yeah, and the folks here
in Fairbanks

are too scared to organize.

Seems like they bolt their doors
at night

and stay in till morning.

[ telegraph clicking
in distance ]

That'’s Ed Bascomb at Contention.

[ clicking continues ]

Let me answer this call.

Go ahead.
After all, you'’re here to learn.

[ clicking ]

[ clicking ]

Abby'’s new assistant's handlin'’
the keys.

You gonna give '’em
the bad news?

Of course.

I keep them informed,
they keep me informed.

[ clicking ]

Stage

robbed of

Sonora Mine

payroll.

[ clicking continues ]Two guards dead.

Suspect

Bisbee gang.

Another hold-up.

Two men dead.

[ clicking ]

Any

shipments

for Contention?

Tell him two crates of equipment
for the Blue Hill Mine.

They'’ll go out in the morning.

[ clicking ]

[ clicking ]

It'’s just mining equipment
for Blue Hill.

[ clicking ]

Ain'’t seen Abby lately,
have you?

It'’s over 20 miles
to Fairbanks, Clay,

it'’s hard to go courtin'
that distance every night.

Before you know it,
that tenderfoot assistant

will be takin'’ your place.

I ain'’t worried.
Besides, according to Abby,

he'’s supposed to marry
Waterfield'’s daughter.

If he lives that long.

How do you suppose
the outlaws find out

when and where those payrolls
are being shipped?

I don'’t know.
But it'’s only a question of time
before they strike here.

Abby, this is
no place for a girl.

I want you to quit.

I told you before, Jason,

I need this job,
even if the pay is low.

Besides there'’s no other work
I know how to do.

I didn'’t believe you
when I started in here, Abby.

But now I know you were right.

We'’re not getting paid enough
for the risk we'’re taking.

The railroad doesn'’t agree.

I don'’t understand it.

Mr. Waterfield
isn'’t the kind of a man

who would not rectify
such matters.

Why, every year
he and his directors
make a tour of the lines.

The main lines,
not a short-haul road like ours.

They don'’t even know
we'’re on the map.

Mr. Waterfield hasn'’t even
answered any of my letters.

Your letters probably
got no farther than some clerk.

I'’m gonna write
to Mr. Waterfield.

"Wages paid you
and A. Jefferson
equal those in the east.

"Obviously, you have
exaggerated your danger
to wheedle more money,

"thus proving yourself
an ingrate and a scoundrel.

And any time you wish
to terminate"...

Oh, Jason, I am sorry.

I can'’t understand it.

Yeah, I can.

No use fooling myself
any longer.

He sent me out here
to get rid of me.

Well, I'’m takin' this
to the board of directors.

Now.

By telegraph.

[ clicking ]

But I don'’t understand, Father.

You said that when
Jason went to Arizona,
we'’d never hear from him again.

So I thought.
I was sure he'’d quit after that
insulting letter I wrote him.

He went over my head.

He sent a telegram
to the board of directors.

But I never!

They'’ve had me on the carpet
all afternoon,

grilling me like an office boy,

questioning my confidence.

That mealy-mouthed bookkeeper
is jeopardizing my position

as chairman of the board.

Oh, well, it'’ll all blow over
by the time you get back.

This--

This won'’t interfere
with the trip, will it?

Depends on what you mean
by "interfere"?

You promised to take me along
this time.

I'’m nearly packed.

Then you'’d better
include something

that'’s appropriate
for Fairbanks, Arizona.

Fairbanks?

The board has changed
the entire route.

We are now going to visit
every short-haul road.

Fairbanks?

Does he know?

Jason?

No.

It'’s going to be a surprise.

You boys are late today.
Outlaw trouble?

Nope, broke a harness buckle
going through Red Rock.

What'’s that?Blue Mine payroll.

Blue Mine payroll isn'’t due
till tomorrow.

Company sent it through
a day early
to fool the Bisbee gang.

The 10:10'’s gone.
That means we'’ll
have it here overnight.

Well, I can'’t help bein' late.

But I don'’t think
that you'’ll be bothered.

Nobody knows it'’s here
except us.

Come on, Whitey,
let'’s see if we can make up
for some of that lost time.

Well, let'’s not borrow trouble.

No, it comes soon enough
anyway.

You know, it really
is dangerous here, Abby.

You oughta get out.

Get married maybe.

You'’d make some man
a fine wife, Abby.

That station agent
at Contention, Ed Bascomb,
wasn'’t he interested?

"Was"? He still is!
But I haven'’t decided yet.

When the right man comes along,
you'’ll know in a flash.

That'’s how it was with me
when I first met Cynthia.

Oh, Cynthia, Cynthia!

If she'’s so wonderful,
why doesn'’t she ever
write you?

How should I know why?

Well, you should'’ve
figured it out by now.

Figured... [ telegraph clicking ]

That must be Boston
about our raise.

It'’s not Boston.
It'’s Ed Bascomb from Contention.

[ clicking continues ]Special

coming through tomorrow

west bound.

Give right of way

over 10:10.

Special? Hey, I wonder
who'’d write that.

I have no idea.

But I know it means
we'’ll have that payroll
on our hands even longer.

[ clicking ]

[ clicking ]

Clay, I think we got somethin'’.

What is it?

Blue Mine payroll.

It'’s at the Fairbanks station.You sure?

It ain'’t due until tomorrow.

[ clicking continues ]Sent

day early

to fool

Bisbee gang.

Came too late

to go

on 10:10.

Oh, this will be a picnic.

After Abby goes off duty.
I don'’t want her hurt.

Oh well, sure, Ed,
we'’ll go late,

after Abby'’s gone
and the tenderfoot'’s asleep.

[ knocking on door ]

[ knocking continues ]

Who is it?

It'’s me, Abby.

What'’s the matter?

Jason, I just couldn'’t sleep.

I-- I kept thinking about
our quarrel this afternoon.

I wanted to tell you
I'’m sorry.

You mean you came all the way
over here to tell me that?

Well, isn'’t it important?Well, sure, but...

[ horses galloping
in distance ]But what?

What do you hear?

[ galloping continues ]

[ galloping continues ]

This could mean trouble.

You go out the back door.
Go to the saloon.

Have somebody ride over
to Tombstone

and notify the vigilantes.

Jason, there isn'’t time
to write to Tombstone.

I'’ll telegraph Ed Bascomb

and tell him
to get word from there.

But if those are outlaws,
you'’ll be trapped here.

I don'’t care,
I'’m not gonna leave you.

Now look, you'’ve gotta go on.

You gotta few seconds, go ahead.

Jason, you can'’t
hold them off alone.

Now, if there are two of us,
at least we'’ve got a chance.

Rip out telegraph wires.

Open up!
I got a package to send!

Station'’s closed,
come back tomorrow.

I can'’t come back tomorrow.

Come on, open up!

Can'’t open up, new rules.

Jason, the wires went dead!

The girl'’s in there, too.

Bascomb will raise the roof
if she gets hurt.

It'’s alright. Let him.

I'’m gonna get that money
no matter who'’s in there.

Get around the shack.

[ gunshots continue ]

This is a fight
to the finish, Abby.

You know that.

I know.

[ gunshots continue ]

[ gunshots continue ]

[ clicks ]

Abby, we'’re running
out of ammunition.

You'’re hit!

It'’s only my hand.

I can fire with the other one.

[ gunshots ]

I think we got two of them.

Well, that'’s a comfort.

Now at least we'’re even.

We haven'’t a prayer.

That should do it.
Hand me that.

CLAY:
Guess their railroading
days are over.

Alright, get your hands up,quick!

Alright, Abby,
I'’ll keep 'em covered

till we can get the sheriff
from Tombstone.

Morning, Mr. Waterfield.
Morning, gentlemen.
Pleased to see you.

You won'’t be
so pleased to see me
when I get through with you.

You'’re Jason Barnes,
I take it,

the young man who'’s caused
all the trouble.

I don'’t feel
I was causin'’ any trouble.

I'’m Mr. Hadley,
president of the road,

and this is Mr. Taylor
and Mr. Smithers,
the other directors.

How do you do?

Gentlemen, Miss Jefferson,
the station agent.

Isn'’t anyone gonna help me?

Cynthia!

You'’re as beautiful as ever.

And you, Jason,
why, you'’re a different man.

The West seems to have done
things for you.

It has.

Oh, I'’d like to present
Miss Jefferson.

Abby, Miss Waterfield.How do you do?

How you?

So this is Fairbanks.

It seems awfully quiet.

Yes, quiet is right.
The way you wrote, Jason,

we expected to see a few bad men
shootin'’ up the scenery.

This burg is as quiet
as New England
on a Sunday morning.

Where are all the outlaws
you described?

Well, sir, there'’s
a couple of them up there.

Four of them tried
to rob the station last night.

Miss Jefferson and I killed two
and captured the other two.

Vigilantes rode over
from Tombstone this morning

and strung '’em up.

Oh...

Oh, let'’s get her inside.
It'’s too much for her.

It'’s too much for me, too.

Bascomb, the station agent
at Contention
who engineered the whole job,

was picked up this morning
trying to cross the border.

I guess that about winds up
the story, eh, Abby?

Well, I can understand
why you had trouble

getting assistance,
Miss Jefferson.

The company deeply appreciates
your sense of duty

and staying at your post.

There'’ll be an immediate raise,
a good raise in your wages.

Doesn'’t matter anymore,
Mr. Hadley, I'’m--

I'’m leaving this station.

I have some mining interest
to tend to.

Then we'’ll need
two replacements here

at Fairbanks.

You'’re coming back
to our head office, Jason.

You'’ve served
your apprenticeship.

Thank you, sir, but--No, "buts."

We know a good man
when we see one.

I hope you realize
how lucky you are, Cyrus,

to get a son-in-law
like Jason here.

Won'’t take him long to move up.

Mr. Hadley, I'’m not gonna be
Mr. Waterfield'’s son-in-law.

I thought I'’d go
into the mining business, too.

But you have a great future
with the road.

This is my future,
right here.

I know this
is kinda sudden, Abby,

but I only realized it suddenly.

Last night, it was only
you and I against the gang.

The wonderful way
you stood by me.

I thought we were finished.

It'’s only the beginning.

Well, that was how
Jason Barnes and Abby Jefferson

fought and won the battle
with the Bisbee gang

and how Jason learned
a little about railroading

and a lot about life
at the way station.