In Bringham City, May 8, 1869. 10 miles east of Promontory Utah.

Pete's great grandfather was named Connor.

Mercury: hola Connor, get over here.
Connor: *Walks over to Mercury* Yeah?
Mercury: We need to take extra special care of this. *Shows golden spike*
Connor: Why is that golden?
Mercury: We're using this as the last spike for the Transcontinental Railroad. When we meet up with the Central Pacific, we'll use this on the line.
Connor: Great, but who would want to steal this?
Mercury: Oh, I don't know, a few robbers, some Indians. tu know, anypony that's obsessed with gold.
Connor: Okay, I understand now. What are we going to do if somepony does try to steal this?
Mercury: We have a freight car with Winchesters, and ammo. Grab them as soon as tu see somepony try to steal the golden spike.
Connor: tu got it.

The siguiente day, the line moved up por three miles. Now, they were only seven miles from Promontory.

Connor: *Slowly pushes freight car with rails*
Ponies: *Grabs wood, and sets it down on ground*
Other Ponies: *Take some rails off of freight car*
Even más Ponies: *Putting nails in track*
Mercury: We're making some progress Connor. Keep it up.
Connor: Yes sir.
Irish poni, pony 3: *Putting wood on ground* I'm gettin' tired of this. We work hard, but the Railroad only pays us eighty cents a day.
Irish poni, pony 89: I know. Just because we're immigrants doesn't mean we should get paid less.
Irish poni, pony 3: We need to get back at them, and I know how. We just got to wait when we meet up with the Central Pacific.
Mercury: Less talking, más working.
Irish Ponies: *Getting back to work*

Mercury didn't hear what the Irish ponies dicho though. It would've been better if he had.

May 10, 1869. Promontory Utah. The Union Pacific, and the Central Pacific met up, and were close to completing the Transcontinental Railroad.

Irish poni, pony 3: Make sure nopony is looking. *Opens freight car*
Irish poni, pony 89: You're clear.
Irish poni, pony 3: *Searching saddlebags* Where's that bloody spike? Aha! *Finds golden spike*
Irish poni, pony 89: tu got it?
Irish poni, pony 3: Aye, now let's get outta here. *Runs away*
Irish poni, pony 89: *Following* Where are we going?
Irish poni, pony 3: We're taking those humans por the saloon.
Irish poni, pony 89: Alright.

They reached the two humans, which were tied up.

Irish poni, pony 3: Ha, check this out. The ponies that have these humans left their pistolas here.
Irish poni, pony 89: Great. Let's go.
Irish poni, pony 3: *Gets on human*
Irish poni, pony 89: *Gets on other human*

They both rode off, taking the Golden Spike with them.

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