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Eddie
Willers
walked
toward
the
desk
.
"
It
’
s
important
,
Jim
,
"
he
said
,
not
raising
his
voice
.
"
All
right
,
all
right
,
what
is
it
?
"
Eddie
Willers
looked
at
a
map
on
the
wall
of
the
office
.
The
map
’
s
colors
had
faded
under
the
glass
—
he
wondered
dimly
how
many
Taggart
presidents
had
sat
before
it
and
for
how
many
years
.
The
Taggart
Transcontinental
Railroad
,
the
network
of
red
lines
slashing
the
faded
body
of
the
country
from
New
York
to
San
Francisco
,
looked
like
a
system
of
blood
vessels
.
It
looked
as
if
once
,
long
ago
,
the
blood
had
shot
down
the
main
artery
and
,
under
the
pressure
of
its
own
overabun
dance
,
had
branched
out
at
random
points
,
running
all
over
the
country
.
One
red
streak
twisted
its
way
from
Cheyenne
,
Wyoming
,
down
to
El
Paso
,
Texas
—
the
Rio
Norte
Line
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
New
tracing
had
been
added
recently
and
the
red
streak
had
been
extended
south
beyond
El
Paso
—
but
Eddie
Willers
turned
away
hastily
when
his
eyes
reached
that
point
.
He
looked
at
James
Taggart
and
said
,
"
It
’
s
the
Rio
Norte
Line
.
"
He
noticed
Taggart
’
s
glance
moving
down
to
a
corner
of
the
desk
.
"
We
’
ve
had
another
wreck
.
"
"
Railroad
accidents
happen
every
day
.
Did
you
have
to
bother
me
about
that
?
"
"
You
know
what
I
’
m
saying
,
Jim
.
The
Rio
Norte
is
done
for
.
That
track
is
shot
.
Down
the
whole
line
.
"
"
We
are
getting
a
new
track
.
"
Eddie
Willers
continued
as
if
there
had
been
no
answer
:
"
That
track
is
shot
.
It
’
s
no
use
trying
to
run
trains
down
there
.
People
are
giving
up
trying
to
use
them
.
"
