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"
People
would
put
up
with
it
—
they
’
d
have
to
—
if
it
weren
’
t
for
the
Phoenix
-
Durango
.
"
He
saw
Eddie
’
s
face
tighten
.
"
Nobody
ever
complained
about
the
Rio
Norte
Line
,
until
the
Phoenix
-
Durango
came
on
the
scene
.
"
"
The
Phoenix
-
Durango
is
doing
a
brilliant
job
.
"
Imagine
a
thing
called
the
Phoenix
-
Durango
competing
with
Taggart
Transcontinental
!
It
was
nothing
but
a
local
milk
line
ten
years
ago
.
"
"
It
’
s
got
most
of
the
freight
traffic
of
Arizona
,
New
Mexico
and
Colorado
now
.
"
Taggart
did
not
answer
.
"
Jim
,
we
can
’
t
lose
Colorado
.
It
’
s
our
last
hope
.
It
’
s
everybody
’
s
last
hope
.
If
we
don
’
t
pull
ourselves
together
,
we
’
ll
lose
every
big
shipper
in
the
state
to
the
Phoenix
-
Durango
.
We
’
ve
lost
the
Wyatt
oil
fields
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
see
why
everybody
keeps
talking
about
the
Wyatt
oil
fields
.
"
"
Because
Ellis
Wyatt
is
a
prodigy
who
—
"
"
Damn
Ellis
Wyatt
!
"
Those
oil
wells
,
Eddie
thought
suddenly
,
didn
’
t
they
have
something
in
common
with
the
blood
vessels
on
the
map
?
Wasn
’
t
that
the
way
the
red
stream
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
had
shot
across
the
country
,
years
ago
,
a
feat
that
seemed
incredible
now
?
He
thought
of
the
oil
wells
spouting
a
black
stream
that
ran
over
a
continent
almost
faster
than
the
trains
of
the
Phoenix
-
Durango
could
carry
it
.
That
oil
field
had
been
only
a
rocky
patch
in
the
mountains
of
Colorado
,
given
up
as
exhausted
long
ago
.
Ellis
Wyatt
’
s
father
had
managed
to
squeeze
an
obscure
living
to
the
end
of
his
days
,
out
of
the
dying
oil
wells
.
Now
it
was
as
if
somebody
had
given
a
shot
of
adrenalin
to
the
heart
of
the
mountain
,
the
heart
had
started
pumping
,
the
black
blood
had
burst
through
the
rocks
—
of
course
it
’
s
blood
,
thought
Eddie
Willers
,
because
blood
is
supposed
to
feed
,
to
give
life
,
and
that
is
what
Wyatt
Oil
had
done
.
It
had
shocked
empty
slopes
of
ground
into
sudden
existence
,
it
had
brought
new
towns
,
new
power
plants
,
new
factories
to
a
region
nobody
had
ever
noticed
on
any
map
.
New
factories
,
thought
Eddie
Willers
,
at
a
time
when
the
freight
revenues
from
all
the
great
old
industries
were
dropping
slowly
year
by
year
;
a
rich
new
oil
field
,
at
a
time
when
the
pumps
were
stopping
in
one
famous
field
after
another
;
a
new
industrial
state
where
nobody
had
expected
anything
but
cattle
and
beets
.
One
man
had
done
it
,
and
he
had
done
it
in
eight
years
;
this
,
thought
Eddie
Willers
,
was
like
the
stories
he
had
read
in
school
books
and
never
quite
believed
,
the
stories
of
men
who
had
lived
in
the
days
of
the
country
’
s
youth
.
He
wished
he
could
meet
Ellis
Wyatt
.
There
was
a
great
deal
of
talk
about
him
,
but
few
had
ever
met
him
;
he
seldom
came
to
New
York
.
They
said
he
was
thirty
-
three
years
old
and
had
a
violent
temper
.
He
had
discovered
some
way
to
revive
exhausted
oil
wells
and
he
had
proceeded
to
revive
them
.
"
Ellis
Wyatt
is
a
greedy
bastard
who
’
s
after
nothing
but
money
,
"
said
James
Taggart
.
"
It
seems
to
me
that
there
are
more
important
things
in
life
than
making
money
.
"
