Keeper Thu Jan 19, 2012 7:02 am
"It wasn't a traveling train, but passengers used it. Sometimes grieving family would come for the last ride home. They'd get a ticket, course, to make sure that they were legitimate. Nobody riding to pick out gold in the teeth or loot watches. Then after that, the tickets were used to track people who would oversee shipments. Think of it an an older expense report." Isaac smiled, drinking the whiskey in one gulp. "But most of the time, I'd say ninety percent, the riders of the 309 didn't know or care what they rode. No tickets for them, jus' a stack of boxes. The printing press made most of the tickets, this was a good stopper between the Denver and western runs. The trains and the mine built this town and kept it alive. Now, we all just waiting for the town to die." He watched Trixie over Evangeline's shoulder as she leaned forward, looking into the fire intently. A light smile crossed his face. She saw things in the fire sometimes, he was pretty certain, and they never seemed to be good things. Maybe he'd be rid of her yet. "And that train never ran late, never derailed, never crashed, and never missed a shipment. It knew it was important to take them bodies home, and it always did. Then it kept the men down in the pits alive. And when they died, in a way, it died too."