The War Wagon1967

Lomax:
Well, I guess you don't know about his new toy - a little iron-plated thing he calls "The War Wagon."

Taw Jackson:
It takes an average shipment of fifty thousand in gold from Emmett to the railhead in El Paso 43 1/2 miles away.

Lomax:
Then there are a few guards...

Taw Jackson:
Thirty-three of 'em. Twenty-eight outriders and five in the coach. Each man is armed with a Henry repeating rifle, two Colts and two hundred rounds of ammunition.

Lomax:
What's all this got to do with me?

Taw Jackson:
We're going to take that wagon.

Lomax:
We are? Have you taken a look lately at the cemetery in Emmett? There's a bunch of cheap wooden crosses in one corner all kind of crowded in together. That's the tribute to the last fools who tried to stop The War Wagon. Like facts? A dollar fifteen for the casket, twelve cents for the crosses - Pierce foots the bill. A dollar twenty seven seems a poor price for a man's life - especially mine.