Date: August 24, 1959
Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 8:03 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific

Despite the extra fuel from the Southern Pacific, Pete noticed that he was still running low on fuel. He called Hawkeye, Stylo, and Gordon into his office.

Pete: I noticed that we still have a few challengers that we were planning to sell for scrap.
Gordon: Good. The sooner toi sell them, the better.
Pete: Oh, I don't think we'll be selling them anytime soon. These challengers are in perfect condition, and we seem to have a large supply of coal, and oil to start the fires.
Hawkeye: Good job Pete. I was going to recommend that idea to you, but toi beat me to it.
Pete: Better luck suivant time Pierce.
Stylo: Can we drive one?
Pete: Sure. You, and Pierce can use one of those behemoths to get a general merchandise freight into Denver.
Hawkeye: Will do. *Runs with Stylo*
Gordon: They're like school boys.
Pete: It's very fun to drive one of those things. You'll drive one with Wilson.
Gordon: Oh no. No no no no no no no.
Pete: Yes yes yes yes yes yes.
Gordon: I will not drive any steam engine as long as I live!

Half an heure later, he was heading towards Council Bluffs, Iowa in a challenger pulling 99 freight cars.

Wilson: I haven't driven one of these things in a long time. Too long if toi ask me.
Gordon: Uh huh.
Wilson: Say, what number is this locomotive?
Gordon: 3985.
Wilson: I'll see if Pete will keep this engine alive. It would make our railroad a lot of money pulling passengers.
Gordon: I doubt it.

Hours later, they returned to Cheyenne the same time Hawkeye, and Stylo did. Their trains were in the yard, when a Santa Ne freight arrived being pulled par five diesels.

Irish Pony: *Gets out of the train* We heard your railroad is running low on fuel.
Hawkeye: It's probably in newspapers all over Equestria now. Union Pacific in a fuel crisis.
Stylo: But at least it gave us something good. *Points to the challenger*
Irish Pony: Our railway heard about your predicament, and sent me to drive this freight train. Fifty tank cars are full of diesel fuel. behind those engines.
Hawkeye: Fantastic. Now, our engineers can be brave, and not worry about running out of fuel in the middle of the mainline.
Gordon: GET AWAY FROM ME!! *Being dragged par Wilson to another freight train* I'M THROUGH WITH DRIVING STEAM LOCOMOTIVES!! LET ME GO!!!
Irish Pony: What the bloody hell was that all about?
Hawkeye: That's one of the Rebelle engineers crying for his mommy.

The End

On the suivant episode of Ponies On The Rails

A parade goes par the train station in Cheyenne.