Breakheart Pass Page #4

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- What the devil for?

- I do know something about medicine.

Why not, Major?

All right.

- The skin's broken above the left ear.

- Of course. He fell.

- Died before a bruise could form.

- Apoplexy kills instantly.

No, a seizure like that would turn

the lips and the fingers blue.

It's lucky we have the law aboard.

Now, what does that mean?

There's a puncture. Right there.

Just below the ribs.

Looks like somebody knocked him out,

stuck a surgical probe up under his ribs.

God save us.

- It's hard to believe.

- The fact is, we have a killer aboard.

Yes, we have.

Move it along, men. Murphy,

keep an eye on that detail.

I'll check the drivers.

Sergeant, as soon as the engineer is

finished, put the men back on the train.

- We've got to move along.

- Yes, sir.

Madigan, you and Bennett over

here, keep a sharp lookout.

Keep them logs moving, men.

Think how lucky you are. You're warm.

On the double. We don't have

all day. Get that wood up there.

It's colder than hell out here.

- Where's Deakin?

- Inside. Don't worry yourself.

At least he's got good sense.

Men on top, all aboard.

Back to your cars.

Dr Molyneux is dead. Two of the

major's best officers are missing.

And we can't get through

to Myrtle. Do you mind?

Go ahead.

Nobody heard anything.

Nobody saw anything.

And nobody knows anything.

It can only get better.

Well, you know, maybe they

were accidents after all.

We might have seen the end of it.

Have you gone crazy?

He fell. My fireman fell.

He's dead.

You can't be sure.

Somebody better check on him.

Somebody that knows

somethin' about doctoring.

He might try to run off on us.

Looks like every bone

in his body is busted.

Move out, men.

Can we make up the lost time?

Men are dying in that fort.

- Sergeant Bellew, board the troops.

- Yes, sir. Troopers, fall in.

Do you mind if I have a look

up there in that locomotive?

If it's all right with the marshal,

it's all right with me.

Go ahead.

Whiskey. He was reeking with it.

God is my witness, I never saw

Jackson touch that stuff.

Trooper Rafferty reporting, sir.

I'm your new fireman.

Hop up, young fella.

Morning, sir.

Good morning. You must

be Carlos the chef.

I am. And you must be

Mr Deakin, the murderer.

How about some coffee? It's hot.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Marshal Pearce.

You're all mighty relaxed in the face

of what's transpired aboard this train.

- What?

- If Deakin's right, Molyneux was killed.

The telegraph line to

Myrtle no longer works.

It could be ice

or animals, even wind.

I think this bears investigation,

more than you're giving it.

Some little time ago I

had a choice, Colonel.

Major.

Keep your nose clean

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