Connor
Pete's great grandfather was named Connor.
Mercury: salut 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. toi 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 toi see somepony try to steal the golden spike.
Connor: toi got it.
The suivant day, the line moved up par 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 plus Ponies: *Putting nails in track*
Mercury: We're making some progress Connor. Keep it up.
Connor: Yes sir.
Irish poney 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 poney 89: I know. Just because we're immigrants doesn't mean we should get paid less.
Irish poney 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, plus working.
Irish Ponies: *Getting back to work*
Mercury didn't hear what the Irish ponies a dit 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 poney 3: Make sure nopony is looking. *Opens freight car*
Irish poney 89: You're clear.
Irish poney 3: *Searching saddlebags* Where's that bloody spike? Aha! *Finds golden spike*
Irish poney 89: toi got it?
Irish poney 3: Aye, now let's get outta here. *Runs away*
Irish poney 89: *Following* Where are we going?
Irish poney 3: We're taking those humans par the saloon.
Irish poney 89: Alright.
They reached the two humans, which were tied up.
Irish poney 3: Ha, check this out. The ponies that have these humans left their pistolets here.
Irish poney 89: Great. Let's go.
Irish poney 3: *Gets on human*
Irish poney 89: *Gets on other human*
They both rode off, taking the Golden Spike with them.
2 B continued
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