Date: September 24, 1959
Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 7:05 PM
Railroad: Union Pacific

Everyone was at Wilson's funeral. Well.. Almost everyone. Gordon didn't show up, but there was still a lot of ponies there. Even some of the ponies from the Southern Pacific came to pay their respects.

When the funeral ended, Gordon finally arrived.

Pete: Where have you been?
Gordon: I came as fast as I could, but the police pulled me over three times.
Hawkeye: You should have been going slower.
Gordon: Hey, you flipped over one of our supply trucks while chasing the guy that killed Wilson. The cops didn't give a shit about that.
Pete: Alright, we get it. Go home.
Gordon: *Drives away*

Next morning, Pete had some of his workers see him in his office.

Gordon: You wanted to see me?
Pete: Yes, I've been really thinking about this.
Gordon: About what?
Pete: Well, several of our engines have broken down, and thanks to some maniac, we don't have any parts to repair them. Since we're low on engines, we won't have many trains to run, so I decided to let you have a vacation.
Gordon: Thanks sir.
Pete: Where do you plan on going?
Gordon: Atlantic City. Won't do much gambling, because I want to see my sister.
Pete: Okay. Enjoy the vacation, and I'll see you next week.
Gordon: *Leaves the office*
Hawkeye: *Enters the office* Gordon looks very smug. Did he insult you?
Pete: Not at all. I gave him a vacation.
Hawkeye: Well, at least he won't be annoying anypony through this dark, tragic time on the Union Pacific.
Pete: It's not dark, nor is it tragic. It's just a big ammount of engines breaking down, not getting repaired due to a lack of engine parts. I decided to order some new engines, and I want you to pick them up at Denver.
Hawkeye: Okay, I'll go get them.
Pete: Be very careful. I want them here in one piece.
Hawkeye: They'll be here, they'll be here. *Leaves the office*

At the trainyard.

Hawkeye: *Climbing into an engine*
Stylo: *Sees Hawkeye* Driving a train?
Hawkeye: Nope. Picking up new engines for the railway.
Stylo: Alright, good luck.
Hawkeye: *Drives the engine while blowing the horn*

2 B Continued