Cheyenne:
What the hell is this?
Harmonica:
[off screen]
Can't you see?
[emerges from behind a pile of wood]
Harmonica:
It's a station. And all around it a town. Brett McBain's town.
Cheyenne:
[starts to laugh]
Was HE crazy, heh!
Harmonica:
Yeah in a very special way. An Irishman.
[starts measuring out a square and hammers wood spikes into the ground]
Harmonica:
He knew sooner or later that railroad coming through Flagstone would continue on west, so he looked over all this county out here until he found this hunk of desert. Nobody wanted it, but he bought it.
[continues with work]
Harmonica:
Then he tightened his belt, and for years he waited.
Cheyenne:
Waited for what?
Harmonica:
For the railroad to reach this point.
Cheyenne:
Ah, but how in the hell could he be sure the railroad would pass through his property?
Harmonica:
Them steam engines can't roll without water, and the only water for fifty miles west of Flagstone is right here, under this land.
Cheyenne:
Ah-ha! He was no fool, our dead friend, huh?
[chuckles]
Cheyenne:
He was going to sell this piece of desert for his weight in gold, wasn't he?
Harmonica:
[looks at Cheyenne]
You don't sell the dream of a lifetime. Brett McBain wanted his station. He got the rights to build it.
Cheyenne:
How do you know all this?
Harmonica:
I saw a document. It was all in order - seals, signatures, everything. One thing though, in very small print, there is a short clause which says that McBain or his heirs lose all rights if, by the time the railroad reaches this point, the station ain't built yet.
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