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