Date: September 25, 1959
Location: Denver, Coltorado
Time: 9:56 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific

Hawkeye entered the train yards, and saw the engines he had to bring to Cheyenne.

Hawkeye: *Gets out of his engine, and looks at the new engines*
Mirage: *Arrives* Lovely locomotives, aren't they?
Hawkeye: Where did you come from?
Mirage: Pete had me drive a freight train carrying gasoline, and livestock here.
Hawkeye: Gasoline, and livestock? That doesn't sound like a good combo.
Mirage: Yeah, Pete told me to be careful.
Yard Pony: *Arrives* Are you the two ponies delivering these engines to Cheyenne?
Hawkeye: Yes.
Yard Pony: You better get going. We're expecting a freight train with fifty five freight cars.
Hawkeye: We're on our way. *Couples his engine to the new engines*
Mirage: *Climbs into the engine cab*
Hawkeye: *Climbs into the engine cab, and drives the train*
Mirage: We're on our way.
Hawkeye: To tell you the truth, I think it's great that we're getting new engines, but what we really need are new parts.
Mirage: They're more expensive. It was cheaper to order new engines.
Hawkeye: Alright, I didn't know that.

Meanwhile in Cheyenne.

Pete: *Signing papers*
Percy: *Enters Pete's office* Denver just called. They say that Pierce, and Nocturnal Mirage are on their way over here.
Pete: Ah, good. I have a new job for you Percy. While Pierce, and Mirage are delivering the new engines, I want you to repair the track on Archer Hill. Some of the spikes are loose.
Percy: I can fix it.
Pete: And bring Jeff with you. It'll be too hard to fix the track on Archer Hill by yourself.
Pete: Okay. *Leaves the office*

Hawkeye, and Mirage just got out of Denver, when they saw a red signal in front of them.

Hawkeye: *Stops the train*
Mirage: What seems to be the problem?
Hawkeye: I don't know. Our line seems clear. Signals stay red until a train gets a mile ahead of it. I can see five miles ahead of us, and there is no train.
Mirage: Perhaps the tracks are in bad condition?
Hawkeye: No, they seem okay. Something is not right here.

A bullet hit the window in the engine's cab.

Mirage: I think I know what you mean. *Sees gangsters running toward the train with guns*
Hawkeye: Red signal, or not, I'm moving forward. *Drives the train*
Gangsters: *Shooting at Hawkeye, and Mirage*
Mirage: Why do they want us dead? We don't have anything valuable.
Hawkeye: New engines. They could steal them, and sell them to a different railroad for half price.
Mirage: How would they do that?
Hawkeye: Get forged papers, and ID cards, and no one would know they were gangsters. Instead, they would think they were workers for the U.P.
Mirage: Christ. Why can't those gangsters just stay on the streets, and kill ponies there? They always want to steal stuff from us.

2 B Continued