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By 1896 the pioneer railroaders had span the Masury, driven their spikes across the western planes

and pearced the barrier of the continental divine.

The rails of the Union Pacific and the Western Pacific had joined in Utah completing the steal trail between the Atlantic and the Pacific.

A race between a fast passenger train of the period, and a stagecoach with six horses

to road junction town of Cedar City in Colorado.

The stage got off to a fast start and a stage line operator McCord hoped he had

seen the last of the belching iron horse.

He had his best horses hitched to the stage and his crack driver Steve Margolis

was driving.

Then as he looked back he saw the iron monster steadily starting to pick up

speed, the great drive wheels revolving faster and faster.

It was a crucial race for McCord because on the outcome depended the very life

of his stage line business.

Without the government mail contract he couldn't operate profitably.

The government was threatening not to renew unless he could prove that his

horses were as fast or faster than the railroad.

Relentlessly the thundering monster began to gain.

First, it only came abreast, and then even dropped back a little,

as the gallant forces urged by Margolis to their greatest effort plunged ahead

in a magnificent burst of speed.

But the killing pace told in the end, and as the tiring animals began to slow,

their iron counterpart never tiring, ever gaining momentum roared ahead,

and in a few minutes was lost in a cloud of black smoke.

After the race,

the day soon dawned when McCord was forced to sell his beloved stage line

equipment to a buyer from California,

where railroads hadn't penetrated to any extent.

They've been in there over an hour.

I'm sure you want father to make the very best deal possible, Mr.

Hardy.

You bet I do.

If he gets half of what he owes my bank, I'll be happy.

Louise, get me the ledger with the equipment cost figures, will you please?

What's going on in there?

Rand McCord's selling his stage line, haven't you heard?

How much is he getting for it?

When do I hear?

I'll explain it to father.

Now look here, Margolis.

You tell Rand McCord I've got to know where I stand in this matter.

You'll know.

Money is buzzard.

Raise your thousand, McCord.

You'd better start winning or your creditors will be badly disappointed.

Either I'll win enough to pay off my debts a hundred percent or I'll go broke

and start all over.

And I'm afraid with my luck your creditors will never know what an honest man

you are.

What's the value of the stock at the Westbridge Stations, honey?

And livestock, seven hundred, and supplies there.

Just give me the total, Louise.

When Rand figures, it's two thousand dollars.

You want a check on that?

No, I'll take your word for it.

You're a businessman after my own heart.

Call your thousand.

I'll raise your fifteen hundred and you're sure now you want to do this sure

I'm sure problems at least them Railroads won't be getting All pink three jacks

at a pair Well banks don't know it yet,

but they just lost a fistful of money I Buy you a drink mr.

Gibson.

Thanks.

No, Rand.

I'll be busy here for a while trying to figure out what I've won Nothing,

but headaches.

You can be sure that Not in California Well, you show mr.

Gibson's way around honey,

I'm going with Imperial and buy everybody and see the city a drink Oh,

maybe it'll be the other way around Everybody and see the city will buy me a

drink Look here and bank money put you in business.

You're liquidated the stage line now liquidate your debt Stop crying Ben you'll

get I've paid every lesson I owe you, eventually.

Tell her that story, Clark.

What is that?

Do you remember?

A few of them.

Two whiskers.

Well, I guess I'm out of a job.

Well, you can thank the stinking railroads for that.

I'm not through yet, Steve.

Not by a long shirt.

Anything particular in mind?

Uh -huh.

You know, when I was your age,

I spent most of my time Indian fighting all through the backcountry.

I got to know it better than the back of my own hand.

There's a million acres of land there nobody's ever claimed.

Thousands of miles of mountains with freshwater streams,

where cattle can graze the whole year round.

A man with a decent herd for a starter could do all right on that land.

Cattle cost money?

Well, maybe I still got some money.

I like a man who can always look out for himself.

Now, you've always got a job with me, Steve.

What are your plans?

I don't know yet.

Maybe I'll clear out for a while.

I'm fed up with town.

Too many bankers.

Too close to the railroad.

You always was a kind of a maverick, wasn't you?

Come through the war with Quantal's raiders,

and you'd be wearing a maverick brand, too.

Well,

I reckon we both know a couple of tricks those people who ride on plush cushioned

trains will never serve you.

Steve Margot!

Clark!

Come here!

Speaking of the devil, that fella rode with me under Quantal.

You know all the gang of George?

He hates...

Mark Hunter set up another round of drinks.

See, you put another glass up here from a friend.

Come on, drink up, boys.

Good.

It's good when you hang it up.

Who's that Steve's talking to?

His name is Ketchum.

Park Ketchum.

Ketchum the outlaw?

Well, I wouldn't call him that to his face, would you like?

I wonder what he's doing in Cedar City.

I don't know.

It's the first time I've seen him around here.

I agree that for the past six months the mountain division of the Chicago and

Pacific Transcontinental has had more than its share of wrecks and holdups.

Obviously this is more than the sporadic work of the occasional records of bad

men.

There's a definite pattern behind the trouble which has occurred with alarming

regularity along a stretch of the railroad extending for about 50 miles in the

vicinity of Cedar City.

For that reason I am sending one of our most.

For that reason,

I am sending one of our most capable railroad detectives to that area.

His name is Bill Cameron.

Spreading it on a little thick, aren't you, George?

Well, if I don't toot your horn,

the executives of the C &P won't know what they're getting.

Bill Cameron will work closely with your division superintendent at Cedar City.

But to ensure the success of the investigations,

it is imperative that no one else in that territory know that a railroad

detective is being sent there.

Uh, considering Cameron's brilliant record in past cases,

I have every confidence that he will clear up your trouble in due time.

Sincerely, George Bryson, etc.

and so forth.

Oh, uh, Miss Finney, that's the go -to J .D.

Carverstone, President, Chicago Pacific Transcontinental Railroad.

Get it out just as soon as you can, will you please?

Well, you always were, Lady Pillarville.

You know, Miss Feeny got half of those notes, right?

I'm going to be surprised.

About this trouble in her cedar city,

you kept me so busy on a dozen other jobs, I haven't kept up with it.

Tell me, do we have anything to go on at all?

No, not a thing.

Going to be starting from scratch.

And you're going to need some time to nose around without arousing suspicion.

I think you better go in under cover.

Then when you decide how you're going to handle it, I'll wire Angus McKendrick,

the divisional superintendent, there to be on the lookout for you.

Undercover, huh?

How you been feeling, George?

Huh?

Had that rundown feeling lately, suffering from arthritis, rheumatism,

spots before the eyes, gout.

Hey, what is this?

What you need, George, is a bottle of Dr.

R.

Pell's secret chichione, onion remedy, good for man or beast.

Straightens out, bowl eggs, clean harness leather,

and guaranteed to grow hair on doorknobs.

You know, you really had me going there for a minute.

All right, fine.

Now, wire Angus to be on the lookout for Doc R.

Pell.

Oh, here.

Have another cigar.

Yeah, I don't mind if I do.

Go ahead, take a handball.

I want to buy it, George.

Yeah.

Joe, take this message to Mr.

McKenvick right away.

Watch the key for me with your head.

I'm going to take an early lunch.

Where are the boys?

The back room.

Take this for a ball, so that way, use a good horse,

I want him to get it tonight.

All right.

Hey, sir.

Okay.

Check wall.

There, sir.

Yes, sir.

All right.

All right, all right, all right.

Step right up, folks.

Step right up close, so you can hear everything I'm going to say.

For each and every one of you,

this is your moment for the starting of a new life.

And why do I say a new life?

Because in this bottle that I'm holding in my hand is a secret remedy.

Yes, I said a secret remedy composed of natural odes, and to show me know -how.

It'll make a new man out of every one of you.

And, yes, young lady, it'll make a new woman out of you, too.

Why, such radiant beauty should never fade.

Look at her, just her, ladies and gentlemen,

an angel sent out from heaven to leave in Cedar City.

And, ma 'am, so that you may always enjoy the vim, vigor,

and vitality of perfect health, I'm not going to charge you a dollar,

not even 50 cents, but I'm going to give you free as a gift, a bottle of Dr.

R.

Pell's secret Shoshone Indian Remedy.

What do you say, ma 'am?

I say you can move your wagon so that I can get out of here.

Won't you hurry, ma 'am?

With the whole street, do you have to crowd in here?

Do something, can't you?

As I was about to say, ladies and gentlemen, Dr.

R.

Pell's secret remedy is good for man or beast.

It'll bring light to your eyes, a smile to your lips,

and put a spring on your step.

Wait a minute, little, you can move this buggy for you.

All right, all right, step right up.

I suffer through the strains of modern living when you've got Dr.

R.

Pell's remedy to see you through.

The day's special introductory offer is only $1 a bottle.

Yes, I said $1.

There's an intelligent -looking gentleman.

Thank you very much, sir.

And here's a free bottle to speed you on your way to health.

how many others that's sad thank you thank you ladies very much use it as a one

to clean our spot remover it works very well tell me Doc this stuff any good

for rheumatism that all depends on what cancer one of the boys working on the

railroad have been having lots of trouble lately well now might just have the

thing for him I hope so Bryson seemed recommended pretty highly we've got some

pretty good cures in the past the big problem is getting into cause of the

trouble if I could tell you that I would I'm Angus McKendrick division

superintendent I figured as much I'm Bill Cameron glad to know you I don't

think you're gonna learn much here in town pretty sure the gangs got men

spotted here but they don't show themselves more than they can help about the

backcountry half better luck there it's a fellow by the name of Ron McCordie

water cover used to run the stage line till the railroads put him out of

business you think he might have something to do with these raids not like he's

ranching now I just figured he'd know the backcountry better than anybody else

that's all thanks for the dip I'll head out that way hate to see you go along

but if the sheriff goes with you it'll tip him up you're a lawman so be careful

these outlaws are killers all right thank you very much thank you I don't want it

I don't need any medicine.

All right.

Could you tell me how to get to the McCord Ranch?

They don't need any medicine either.

What about the girl?

If she gets in the way, it'll just be too bad.

Get over here.

We're gaining on us, we've got to find cover.

Let's get up behind them rocks where we can get a shot at them without getting

hit.

Who are they?

No friends of mine, you can be sure of that.

I'm sorry I got you into this.

No problem here as you couldn't help it.

What's the matter with you?

Louise McCourt's down there.

What's she doing in such bad company?

There's also a railroad detective down there that'd like to hang us.

What about him?

We'll take care of him later.

Let's go.

Wait a minute.

What about Ritten?

He's dead.

There's nothing to identify him.

Well, that's funny.

I wonder why they quit shooting all of a sudden.

Maybe they heard someone coming.

Yeah.

And it might be a trap to get us out in the open.

It's a trap.

It's a trap.

I'm going to take a look at that guy when.

Thanks for watching!

What in heaven's damn are you looking for?

I thought I told you to stay behind.

I'm not in the habit of taking orders from strange men,

especially medicine salesmen who go around getting themselves into gunfights

and then end up by searching their victims' clothing.

You didn't answer my question.

What are you looking for?

I guess there's no reason trying to keep a secret from you.

Not when every outlaw and his cousin already knows what my job is here.

My name's Bill Cameron.

I'm a railroad detective trying to find out who's causing all the trouble for

Chicago and Pacific.

Then that's why they were shooting at you.

I can't think of any better reason.

But you haven't told me your name.

Whether you're married or single.

What kind of men you like and what you think of the railroad.

Well, to tell you the truth, Mr.

Cameron, I don't think very much of the railroad.

They put my father out of business.

My name is Louise McCord.

Oh, I see.

You know, I'm glad it's a small world.

Why?

Because if it's any larger, I might not run into you again.

Tell me.

Are you engaged?

I imagine you question the lawbreakers for the same persistence, Mr.

Cameron.

But not with the same interest.

Do I look like a girl too unpopular to have admirers?

Of course not.

You just added another one to your list.

At least you're not married.

Not yet, but you needn't worry.

I'll never marry a railroad detective.

I won't worry.

Not until I hear the preacher say the words over you and the wrong man.

Meaning anyone but you?

Yes.

Well, father's got quite a spread here.

He bought this ranch.

He's done very well since the stage line went out of business.

Must be a good rancher as well as a good businessman.

He is.

Don't count on too friendly a welcome when he finds out who you're working for.

This has been Hardy's rig.

He's president of the City City National Bank.

Oh.

I wonder why he's calling on Dad.

Well, you go ahead.

I'll stay here.

I don't want to go barging in while he's talking business.

Thank you.

Everyone knows you didn't sell the stage line, but lost it in a poker game.

Yet with no money to show for it, you were able to buy this ranch and 1 ,000

head of cattle and set yourself up in business.

You were holding money out on us, McCord.

Money you should have used to straighten out your debt.

Ben,

I've told you 100 times I have to stay in business in order to pay my debts.

You'll get your money as soon as the cattle business pays off.

I don't intend to wait that long.

The cattle you own will liquidate 60% of your debt.

And if that puts you out of business, it's just too bad.

Ben, you give me a few more months, and you won't have to settle for 60%,

you can have it all.

Well, I'll see what the stockholders have to say.

Good afternoon, Miss McCord.

Mr.

Hardick.

Is everything all right, Father?

Oh, sure, sure, sure.

I'll tell you one thing.

If the West had to depend on the bikes and the railroads to get settled,

Chicago could still be a frontier.

Speaking of railroads, we have a visitor, a railroad detective.

Railroad?

Detective.

His name's Bill Cameron.

Well, let's go out and meet him.

Nobody's gonna say we're unfriendly.

Bill Cameron, this is my father, Mr.

McCord.

Howdy, Mr.

McCord.

My team bolted when some men began shooting at us.

Men shooting at you?

What men?

Who's shooting at who?

Our lawyers were shooting at me, Mr.

McCord.

Your daughter just happened to be there at the time.

Steve, this is Bill Cameron.

He's a railroad detective.

Oh, I see.

I thought he was selling snake oil.

That's the general impression I'd hope to make,

especially as far as the outlaws were concerned.

But I guess I didn't fool anybody.

Oh, I'd like to leave my rig here.

Maybe you've got an extra saddle horse I can rent.

I'll do better than that.

Why don't you stay here and make this your headquarters while you look around?

That would be fine.

I appreciate your offer.

You loving the railroads all of a sudden?

No, Steve, I hate them like always.

There's no sense being inhospitable on that accountant.

Well, folks around here say just because I'm against the railroads,

that means I'm against progress.

Well, I reckon a lot depends on what you call progress.

Just making it easy for a bunch of tender feet with dollars instead of muscles

to come out west, ain't it?

In my opinion, going to improve the country much.

You got a point there, Mr.

McCord?

Oh, dollars have their place all right.

If the banks hadn't loaned me the money to get started in the cattle business,

I've been in pretty bad shape.

Father overlooks the fact that without the railroad,

he couldn't ship his cattle to market.

Oh, I reckon the railroads have their place.

Your wind doesn't blow something good, huh?

How do you plan to catch up with the train robbers, Mr.

Cameron?

By putting salt on their tails?

I guess that would be about as good a way as any,

provided I can get close enough to them.

You figure there's several gangs or just one causing all the trouble?

Well, the way they've been working, I'd say it's one gang.

Why do you say that?

Because they're well -informed and well -organized,

judging by what happened today.

I'll tell you one thing.

I ain't going to worry much about the poor.

Railroads are getting robbed.

Let's go outside, Steve.

Excuse me, will you?

You know, I get the definite impression that Steve doesn't like me.

Oh, it's because you're a railroad man.

Oh, I think it's more than that.

Is he in love with you?

Well, you can ask some of the darnedest questions.

Those questions are very important to me.

There's more danger around you than just getting shot at.

Excuse me, I think I'll go help Rosie.

Thank you.

Steve Margolis coming up the trail.

About the hikes.

About the hikes.

Old Man Calder's Trail here is coming through tomorrow.

I know it.

Why, they're setting switch to cattle.

I thought we were concentrating on a railroad.

We are.

This is too good to pass up.

And too easy to sell them at the construction camp at Eureka.

We'll still be taking railroad money.

Okay.

I'll bushwhack anything or anybody as long as there's money in it.

We'll keep an eye on that railroad detective.

I am.

I won't be going with you.

He'll be my alibi in case somebody wants to connect me with Ray.

Go back.

Come on.

Come on.

They're sure a skinny bunch.

Rustlers can't beat choosers.

You consider him yours as long as you're here, Cameron.

He's a sure -footed animal.

It ought to take you most any place you want to go.

How much obliged to you, sir?

I'm going into town to see McKendrick.

Anything I can do for you while I'm there?

Not a thing.

Thank you.

You going to Cedar City, too?

Yeah.

Sure.

Let's ride alone together, huh?

What's going on?

I'm sorry, but I'll tell you about Dr.

Artfeld before I got here.

Outlaws ran up with old men called this trail herd this morning near Granite

Pass and wounded five of his riders.

The park is on its way out there now.

Sheriff's getting together a pussy to go after them.

How far away is Granite Pass?

It's a good four hour ride.

It'll be dark before they can pick up the trail.

All right men, mount up.

Let's get started.

Just a minute Sheriff.

Bill Cameron, railroad detective.

I'm glad to have you come along with us Mr.

Cameron if you care to, but we've got to get started.

We never will catch up with them outlaws.

Sheriff, I've got a hunch they're heading to Eureka.

The construction camp there is always the market for beef.

If I could telegraph the construction bus, I'd have gone to look out for them.

Tell them to go ahead and deal with whoever shows up with the herd,

but keep stalling till we get there.

Well it's a half a day's ride to Eureka.

Not by train it isn't.

How soon can the yard bars order up a special?

There's an engine and some empty boxcars on the side and right now.

All right, have them to fire up.

We're getting the horse aboard.

Right.

Here.

Send us off to Jack Fergus at Eureka.

Yes sir.

Keep them moving and I'll see what kind of a deal I can make.

You the construction boss?

That's right.

I heard he's in the market for cattle.

Price is right.

Price will be right.

Go on out and look him over.

Any reply from Fergus regarding that message I sent him?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr.

McKendrick.

I didn't send it yet.

There was so much excitement in town, I guess I wasn't thinking straight.

What?

Can't you tell it was urgent?

Well, I usually send the messages in the order they come in.

There were so many others ahead of it.

You get that message, Dr.

Fergus, right now, understand?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

I'm sure they're poor.

The range hasn't been too good this year.

That's why I'm willing to come down on the price.

How much?

They can offer it.

From Cedar City, it's urgent.

Send word back.

I'll take care of it.

I don't like to rush into a deal like this.

Let's go back to the office.

Come on, make an offer.

We got a long ride ahead of us.

I'm not sure I want your beef.

What's the idea?

You're in the market for cattle.

You're buying them all the time to feed that construction crew.

I'll give you a dollar ahead.

Are you crazy I can get that for the hides?

Yes.

I want to check the figures on the last cattle I bought.

All right.

Stop stalling.

Let me see that telegram.

Come on, let me see it.

Get back.

I thought so.

We've got just five seconds to open that safe.

Move!

All right, men, get the horses out.

Come on, open it.

Any more stalling, you won't live to tell about it.

Let's get out of here.

Stay with your cattle, Carter.

George you and Hank call up the River Shack.

Heat and A's hang out at Marl Cassidy's.

Whenever things are in the clear, I'll get in touch with you.

Come on, we'll head for the Pinnacles.

Yeah, they sure did.

Somebody that gangs real smart.

I'd like to know who it is.

Got any idea where they might be heading maybe much about that country sheriff

used to be some old abandoned mine shack back in there that could be used for

hideout but it be suicide to try and surprise him I don't know about that you

know a shortcut there I don't think so.

All right let's take it.

This way.

All right.

Wait here, Glenn.

I'll take a look.

That was a good guess, Sheriff.

Hey, look.

There's only three of them.

We'll try to get them surrendered.

Everybody get out of sight.

Hide your horse.

Whoa, there they are.

Hold it right where you are.

You're completely surrounded.

Throw down your guns and get up your hands.

Now the other one.

The news.

Why did you shoot him?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Made a move for the sixth gun.

I thought he was going to fire.

Yeah.

That man was our last chance to find out about the rest of the gang.

Well, old man Colter and his son were sure glad to get their cattle back.

They sell them to Fergus.

What's next on the schedule?

I'll try to round up the rest of the gang, especially their leader.

You don't think Park Ketchum was their leader?

I don't know.

But that rider that turned up and created a diversion just when things were

looking good for us, I want to find out who he is.

That was an odd thing.

Yeah.

That was an old quantrell trick.

Instead of leading his men on a raid,

he sends in a lieutenant that stays in the background watching.

Do you suspect anyone else?

Well,

I'm not entirely satisfied with some of the answers Steve Margolis has been

giving us.

Say, what about that telegraph operator to hell up the message to Fergus?

Gone.

Lit out.

He must have been working for the outlaws, all right.

That gang's not broken up yet.

They'll lay low just as long as they know we're around.

How much gold do you think you can raise?

Well...

$10 ,000 shouldn't be too hard to scrape up.

I figure they need a lot of money, that gang.

And gold's about the only thing they want.

Now, here's a plan I've got in mind.

I've come to say goodbye, Mr.

McCord.

I've been called back to headquarters.

Oh, you mean your work's all done here?

Well, with their leader dead and their hide I've discovered,

what's left of the gang, I don't think, will cause any more trouble.

Oh, I say, there'll be a man out in a few days to pick up my team and wagon.

That'll be fine.

You can leave my horse at the Cedar City Stables.

I'll pick it up later.

I appreciate your help.

It's a pleasure.

Even if you do work for him, I'll go for the railroad.

I'll say, where's Louise?

I'd like to say goodbye to her.

She's in the house.

I don't think she's going to be too happy about you leaving us.

Please.

I just told your father that I was leaving on the afternoon train for Kansas

City.

Oh, well, I'm glad everything turned out so well for you here.

Well, there's something I'd like to explain,

but maybe I'd better not right now.

Not now, but...

but why, Bill?

I'm sorry, Louise, but when I tell you, I'm sure you'll understand.

Where's he going?

Back to Kansas City.

He's all finished here.

He doesn't think that gang will reorganize.

I wouldn't count on him.

What's the newspaper?

Take it inside.

I'll read it later.

I hear the railroad detective's leaving.

You gonna miss him?

I don't know, Steve.

I have to get things straight in my mind.

Maybe in a few days I'll be able to think clearer.

Louise.

You know how I feel about you.

All right, Steve, in a few days.

They ain't nothing moved out there for the last half hour.

They're probably looking a place over my distance.

Maybe they don't figure to use that wood stuff for the holder.

I think they will.

I still need to cut off guard again.

All right, get set.

Come on.

All right, let's go.

Take over, Sheriff. I will look around.

Please, help me.

It looks like I ran out of record luck, railroads, and I'm going to die here.

I only stole back from them what they took from me in the first place, honey.

I organized the whole gang, Ketchum, Steve, and all the rest.

And there's gold in those bags, honey, enough to pay off the banks.

It's yours now, girl.

Use it.

I can't believe it.

I kind of messed things up, didn't I?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you had to find out about your father this way.

There's nothing for you to worry about.

I'll take care of you.

With that money, the ranch will be ours.

No, Steve, no, I couldn't do that.

It's stolen money.

It's only money your father would have had if the railroads hadn't put him out

of business.

It's not the same.

Listen, I'll have to go out of town for a few weeks, until this wound heals.

But then I'll be back.

Things will be quieted down.

We can get married.

Oh, Steve, please.

Go away and don't ever come back.

I never want to see you again.

What about the money?

I'll return it to the railroad.

You little fool.

No, you can't see.

Listen, I'm taking this.

And you're not going to say anything about it.

Get outside.

I'll need a fresh horse, and you'll have to saddle him for me.

Go on.

Wait a minute.

I said inside you weren't going to say anything about me taking this money.

I meant it.

No!

Come in.

Come in.

Well, Bill.

Bill, you son of a gun, you.

Hi, George.

Where have you been?

You left Cedar City weeks ago.

What kept you?

I guess I should have told you sooner, but I've got a new boss.

New...

Oh, now, wait a minute.

You can't do that to us.

Well, you're our most valuable man.

Awful glad to hear you say that, George.

I just might hit you up for a raise sometime.

For a...

Oh, now, what is this?

I guess I might as well get this over with and let you meet the new boss.

Come in, dear.

Mr.

Bryson,

I want you to have the pleasure of meeting the person who will be giving me all

of my orders from now on.

Mrs.

Bell Cameron.

How do you do?

Oh, hello.

Bill, this is wonderful, absolutely wonderful.