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'Oh, there you are, runt!' sneered Buford, running into the saloon. 'Listen up, Eastwood! I intend to shoot somebody today and I'd prefer it to be you. But if you're just too damn yella, I guess it'll just have to be your blacksmith friend.' Buford then pointed his gun towards Doc.
Tears then came to Marty's eyes, and Marty swallowed hard. Don't cry, now, Marty told himself. You must be strong and brave.
'You got one minute to decide,' shouted Buford. 'You hear me, runt? One minute!'
'No,' Marty said, softly - throwing his gun down. 'I thought we could settle this like men.'
'You thought wrong, dude,' sneered Buford, as he shot at Marty.
Buford, thinking that Marty was dead, walked over to him, laughing, 'Ahh, thank ya!'
Buford then stepped right in front of Marty, aiming to finish him off. Marty then kicked Buford's gun out of his hand. He lifted up his tunic to reveal the stove. Buford tried to punch Marty, but broke his hand. Marty then took off his 'vest' and hit Buford on the head with it. Buford fell, got up again - then Marty punched Buford. Buford crashed into the gravestone that should have said 'Here Lies Clint Eastwood' before landing headfirst into a manure cart. Everyone stared and began to laugh.
'That was good!' exclaimed Seamus.
Then the Deputy Marshall and his officers were riding towards them. Buford's gang members spotted them.
'You know what I think?' asked one of the gang members. 'I think Buford's going to jail.'
'You're right,' replied the other gang member.
Then gang members then let go of Doc, and started to run off - but Doc tripped one of them.
'Get him out of that shit,' the Deputy Marshall ordered. Then, pointing to Buford's gang, he added, 'Get them!'
As most of the officers chased after Buford's gang - the Deputy himself pointed his rifle at Buford's head, and said, 'Buford Tannen, you're under arrest for robbing the Pine City Stage. You got anything to say?'
Buford then spit out some manure, and said, 'I hate manure.'
Then Doc turned to Marty, pointed at the broken gravestone, and said, 'Look!'
Marty then got the photo out just in time to see the gravestone vanish from the photo. 'Yes!' Marty cheered.
Then they heard a train whistle.
'The train!' gasped Doc.
'Can we make it?' asked Marty, hopefully.
'We'll have to cut it off at Coyote Pass!' explained Doc.
Then a boy came up to Marty, and said, 'Hey mister, Mr. Eastwood. Here's your gun, Mister.'
'Thanks, kid.' replied Marty, smiling at the boy.
Then Seamus came running up to the trio. Seamus grinned at Marty, and faked a punch.
'Seamus!' called out Marty, as he threw his gun to Seamus, and Seamus caught it. 'Worth $12, never been used.'
'Maybe I'll trade it for a new hat.' replied Seamus.
'Right, and take care of that baby!' Marty called after Seamus - as started to ride off with Doc and Clara.
'I will!' Seamus called after them.
As Doc, Marty, and Clara were chasing the train on their horses, Doc manages to climb on the last carriage.
'C'mon, Marty! C'mon, Clara!' shouted Doc.
'Argh! Argh!' groaned Marty, in frustration.
'Ah, gimme your hand!' called Doc.
Marty and Clara held each other's hands, then Doc grabbed Marty's hand and pulled him and Clara onto the train. The three of them all fell over on each other. Marty and Clara were both frightened.
'Argh! Whoa! Whoa! Argh!' exclaimed Marty. Geez, this is so dangerous, Marty thought.
Then the trio were running across the roofs of the carriages. This is such a scary experience, thought Marty. Please, God, help us - and give us strength!
'Wa-ha!' exclaimed Doc.
'Whoa!' shouted Marty. Please, God, let us make it across the train safely, Marty prayed.
'Hoo! C'mon, Marty! C'mon, Clara!' called out Doc.
The trio then jumped onto another car.
'Argh!' shouted Marty. This is so dangerous, thought Marty. I wonder how Clara is coping with this.
'C'mon, let's go!' Doc called out. 'Masks on.'
By now, the trio were on the tender. They all pulled their bandannas over their mouths and climbed over the tender, before dropping into the cab of the locomotive. Doc was holding a gun, to Marty's surprise.
'Reach!' Doc ordered the engineers.
The engineers had put their hands up.
'Is this a holdup?' asked one of the engineers, scared.
Marty and Clara both looked at Doc.
'It's a science experiment!' explained Doc. 'Stop the train before you hit the switch track up ahead.'
The train then stopped. Marty jumped out and changed the points.
'Doc!' called out Marty.
Doc pointed his gun at the engineers, and ordered, 'Uncouple the cars from the tender.'
The engineers did so, and then Doc started the train. Marty jumped on as it passed him. Doc pulled the whistle on the train.
'I've wanted to do that my whole life!' proclaimed Doc.
Marty and Clara laughed. After a few minutes, the train stopped just before it would hit the DeLorean. Marty and Doc then grabbed the coloured logs and put them into the fire.
'What are these things, anyway?' asked Marty. I've never seen anything like that before, Marty thought, amazed.
'My own version of Presto Logs,' Doc explained. 'Compressed wood with anthracite dust chemically treated to make the fire burn hotter and longer. I use them in my forge. These three will light the fire sequentially, make the fire burn hotter, kick up the boiler pressure and make the train go faster.'
Marty and Clara then went over to the DeLorean. Doc was still in the train. Doc blew the whistle, and the train started to move. It bumped into the DeLorean, which also started to move. Marty and Doc spoke to each other through walkie-talkies.
'Ready to roll!' Marty called out.
'Marty, are the time circuits on?' asked Doc.
'Check, Doc,' replied Marty.
'Input the destination time - October 26, 1985, 9PM,' called out Doc.
Marty did so, and then checked the speed. 'We're cruising at a steady 25 miles an hour, Doc,' called out Marty.
'I'm throwing in the Presto Logs,' announced Doc - as, one by one, he threw them in. 'Marty, the new gauge will show the boiler temperature. The colour coding indicates when each log will fire. Green, yellow, and red. Each detonation will be accompanied by a sudden burst of acceleration. Hopefully we'll get up to 88 miles per hour before the needle hits two thousand.'
'Right, what happens what it hits two thousand?' asked Marty, worriedly.
'The whole motor will explode,' replied Doc.
'Perfect,' muttered Marty. Why does time travel have to be so dangerous? Marty wondered, scared. Then, after looking at the speedometer, Marty called out, 'Hey, Doc, we just hit 35!'
'Okay, Marty and Clara, I'm coming aboard!' announced Doc.
Doc then climbed over the front of the train.
'Come on, come on,' called out Marty. Then, in a panic, Marty screamed, 'You better hold on to something, Doc! The yellow log's about to blow!'
After recovering from the explosion, Doc had finally managed to step into the driver's seat of the DeLorean.
'Marty, Clara, brace yourselves for temporal displacement,' said Doc.
After about two minutes, the speed had finally reached 88 miles per hour - and the DeLorean headed into the future.