It's been a long day, yes sir, but you'll be in Santa Fe by evening. It's still mid-afternoon, and you're grateful that the window is open to give you a little air. Outside, the New Mexico desert stretches from horizon to horizon. The other passengers are dozing in the gently-rocking car, and conversation has long since flagged. Nothing to smell but the scent of stale pipe tobacco mingled with the sooty smoke from the engine and the desert dust. Nothing to hear but the endless clack-clack-clack of the wheels. You pull down your hat-brim and settle down for a snooze.
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This first-class carriage is furnished as comfortably as these things come, although the red upholstery has been faded by the pitiless sun, and you can see the marks of repaired bullet holes here and there - no doubt the scars of an Indian attack, although the Santa Fe line has been quiet for the last few months. The gas lamps attached to the ceiling swing slowly back and forth in time with the monotonous clack-clack-clack of the train wheels on the rails.
Suddenly, you hear a shout, and the sound of running feet. Surprised, you lift your hat, to find people crowded around the window opposite, pointing and yelling excitedly. They must have spotted something mighty interesting. Might be you should take a look.
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