Connor
Pete's great grandfather was named Connor.
Mercury: Hey Connor, get over here.
Connor: *Walks over to Mercury* Yeah?
Mercury: We need to take extra special care of this. *Shows golden spike*
Connor: Why is that golden?
Mercury: We're using this as the last spike for the Transcontinental Railroad. When we meet up with the Central Pacific, we'll use this on the line.
Connor: Great, but who would want to steal this?
Mercury: Oh, I don't know, a few robbers, some Indians. You know, anypony that's obsessed with gold.
Connor: Okay, I understand now. What are we going to do if somepony does try to steal this?
Mercury: We have a freight car with Winchesters, and ammo. Grab them as soon as you see somepony try to steal the golden spike.
Connor: You got it.
The next day, the line moved up by three miles. Now, they were only seven miles from Promontory.
Connor: *Slowly pushes freight car with rails*
Ponies: *Grabs wood, and sets it down on ground*
Other Ponies: *Take some rails off of freight car*
Even More Ponies: *Putting nails in track*
Mercury: We're making some progress Connor. Keep it up.
Connor: Yes sir.
Irish Pony 3: *Putting wood on ground* I'm gettin' tired of this. We work hard, but the Railroad only pays us eighty cents a day.
Irish Pony 89: I know. Just because we're immigrants doesn't mean we should get paid less.
Irish Pony 3: We need to get back at them, and I know how. We just got to wait when we meet up with the Central Pacific.
Mercury: Less talking, more working.
Irish Ponies: *Getting back to work*
Mercury didn't hear what the Irish ponies said though. It would've been better if he had.
May 10, 1869. Promontory Utah. The Union Pacific, and the Central Pacific met up, and were close to completing the Transcontinental Railroad.
Irish Pony 3: Make sure nopony is looking. *Opens freight car*
Irish Pony 89: You're clear.
Irish Pony 3: *Searching saddlebags* Where's that bloody spike? Aha! *Finds golden spike*
Irish Pony 89: You got it?
Irish Pony 3: Aye, now let's get outta here. *Runs away*
Irish Pony 89: *Following* Where are we going?
Irish Pony 3: We're taking those humans by the saloon.
Irish Pony 89: Alright.
They reached the two humans, which were tied up.
Irish Pony 3: Ha, check this out. The ponies that have these humans left their guns here.
Irish Pony 89: Great. Let's go.
Irish Pony 3: *Gets on human*
Irish Pony 89: *Gets on other human*
They both rode off, taking the Golden Spike with them.
2 B continued
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