The Train Robbers Page #3

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Shut up, Grady, before you put

your other foot in your mouth.

See what I mean?

Hurt old Jesse's feelings.

Got him all mad at me for no cause.

I've been mad at you

ever since I've known you.

Jesse, that's 10 years.

That's an awful long time

to go around hating a man.

I never said I hated you.

Well, there ain't exactly

any love between us.

I damn sure ain't sweet,

if that's what you mean.

You know, sometimes...

I hate to break up this friendly chatter,

but it's your first guard, Grady.

Jesse, you spell him at midnight.

Don't pay any attention to Grady, ma'am.

He's his own worst enemy.

The hell he is.

It might mean nothing...

but I think I'll take a pass

at our back track.

Ma'am, when you finish that coffee,

you better bed down next to the coals.

Gets kind of chilly long towards morning.

- Jesse?

- Yes, ma'am?

How long have you known Lane?

A lot of years.

Me and Grady rode with him

during the war.

Behind him, I should say.

He was our officer.

We fought together for a couple of years

before he ever knew we had a name.

Then one day at Vicksburg,

we were ordered up a hill.

Over a hundred of us.

Only three of us got to the top alive.

Lane, Grady and me.

We've been going up hills together

ever since.

And the others?

Young Ben, he's been along with us

ever since Lane shot him.

Shot him?

Backing out of a bank in Tucson.

Tried his hand at stealing.

Lane broke him from that.

Doctored him back to life,

got the bank to drop the charge.

Calhoun and Sam, them I only just met.

But from what I've heard...

they haven't made up their minds

what side of the law they're on.

That's the trouble with young guns.

It's mighty tempting

to cross over to the wild side.

I don't think they will, though.

Not now. Lane will see to that.

How is it he never took a wife?

He did.

Right after the war.

Me and Grady stood up for him.

I never got so drunk in my life.

A year later, she died.

We went up that hill with him, too.

What the hell was that for?

You were the last man on guard.

- That's right.

- Count the mules.

It must have pulled loose.

And packed itself and walked away.

- They led him off, then rode off with him.

- How many were there?

Four of them I could make out.

Let Sam and me go after them.

We can get that dynamite back.

One stick at a time.

Grady, when this is over...

- What?

- You brought him. Saddle up.

- I'm sorry, Grady.

- You're sorry?

- Go pick him up, Cal.

- Yes, sir.

How in the hell do you figure

that mule got here?

Well, my Spanish is kind of rusty...

but it seems those fellows

that borrowed our mule...

wanted the dynamite

to blow their friends out of jail.

Do you suppose

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