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Chapter  Pt.III
"Taming the Iron Horse"
(Who the Hell Is Leviticus Cornwall?)

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The iron horse slammed its metal hooves, pounding and charging with an unstoppable force

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The iron horse slammed its metal hooves, pounding and charging with an unstoppable force. The thundering mechanized sounds vibrated the steel tracks that paved way through the landscape of the Wild West.

"Good luck, all of you. You know what to do." Van Der Linde announced.

Tulip kept a watchful gaze at the scene unfolding, Bill was scurrying over to the rocks and took position with the detonator. Within a few ticking moments, the posse waited for the signal to see the tracks and train blow sky high.

Around the corner of the mountain, there it was. The locomotive painted in black as night and traced with gold. It roared in the distance, it's unwavering power pushing through the rails could be felt even from the ridge.

"Here we go." He placed his hands on the pump detonator handle. As the train glided over the planted stack of dynamites, he plunged it!

*click!*

The gang from the ridge anticipated for an explosive firework.

*click, click!*

Bill frustratingly and repeatedly activated it, but there was no ignition nor signs of setting it off. "Shit! No! What? God!"

The gang looked in disappointment, Tulip watched each of the members and Arthur dipped his head low, his hat hiding his emerald eyes. "Oh, you have got be kidding me!" Dutch groaned.

Arthur sighed, "Where did you find that moron?"

Dutch shot back. "You said it was fine."

He spluttered, "Oh, so it's my fault?"

Tulip and the rest of the gang didn't have time to waste, "Well come on!" Javier shouted as they all dismounted and ran like the wind.

Arthur retorted quickly at Dutch, "You're pathetic. You know that?"

Dutch only mumbled as he watched his followers chase the train down, kicking up dirt and bits of snow from under their boots and heels.

Tulip shook her head, the last time Arthur meddled with explosives, he almost blew his own horse up all those years ago. She should've known. Of course, only Hosea and Willow knew this, because if Dutch knew, then he wouldn't have trusted Arthur with it.

Focusing back to the task at hand, the train was already a long ways ahead, stretching into the distance! "Here we go!" Javier leapt off the ridge first, his poncho wavering in the wind.

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