Sunlight streamed down on the desert surface as just under the sands, bruised knuckles punched through the flimsy wooden top of a makeshift coffin. As the dirt poured into the closed space, the unfortunate person inside packed the dirt towards her feet and the sides of the rectangular box. After enough sand and dirt was freed, the woman sat forward and crawled up and out, using her upper body strength to pull her out of her own sandy grave. As she stood up, blinking in the blaring heat, the woman, Imala, gripped her shawl down to cover her dark skin from the sun. Her long dark hair was pulled into a braid, easy for her cowboy hat to sit atop her head. Upon feeling the sun’s heat on the top of her head, she cursed in Apache.
“Where’s my hat?”
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These words spoken by a sheriff or businessman could spur hope in the hearts of men, but the only thing this missionary was spurring was confusion.
“How do you mean?” Imala inquired, sipping from her drink. Eli was nervously fixing his collar, obviously considering whether he should confide in her.
“I presume you’ve heard of ‘the River,’ yes?” Imala was intrigued now.
“Everyone this side of the Mississippi has. Sweeps up gold in its wake,” she responded.
“Precisely. Well, it’s not a River at all. What everyone’s been hearing of is actually a locomotive. A train, probably run by criminals, stealing gold from towns and coming back to a ghost town I saw once while out traveling,” the missionary explained. Imala studied his face, looking for signs of jest or lies, but she settled that he was telling the truth, strange as it seems.
“You want someone to bring it back here?” she carefully proposed.
“Someone has to bring these men to justice, and this town could use some of its money back... I also reckon there will be enough for reward if you help me.” Imala eyed the man.
“Why me?” she pondered, “Why not sheriffs or even criminals who will get the job
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In an instant, Imala kicked a couple of long wooden boxes and many other supplies that were lying on the floor out of the door to the room thrusting them out of the train. Sebastian whipped his head to look, and in his distraction, Imala drew her revolver and shot the criminal in the leg. He cried out in pain and she tackled both him and Sebastian out of the door, off the train. Forgotten in the fight, Eli got up, appearing stunned and realized he now had to take the controls.
Meanwhile, the skirmish continued outside while the three figures rolled out onto the desert sands with a thud. Imala was still outgunned, but now Eli could take the train back to Grace.
“You’ve really done it now, missy.” The boss attempted to get up, but Sebastian decked her across the face for him. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at her, but the criminal started shouting.
“Wait, wait, wait!” the boss cried out angrily as Sebastian paused. “You see the shovel and box?” Imala and Sebastian glanced over to the pile of items Imala had kicked out of the moving train including boxes and tools. “I have an idea. Missy, pick up that shovel and start
“That’s what I saw,” said Freddy. “It must be Tanks treasure, but I’m afraid the river will move it and it would be lost forever. I’d like to take it back with me, and keep it safe for Tanks. Could you help me?”
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never seen the leader before or even heard of him to be honest.”
“Because, he knew I was a thief twenty years ago so he planned to catch me on this day.”
I panicked and started thinking of how I could get him out” says Jon, Kits ankle appeared to be caught under the rock and it was scary for him to think that there was a chance that a train could be coming. “I was scared but I knew my dad was smart and would help me get out before a train came” Kit says with confidence. Jon tried to pull Kit out from under the rock but Kit had been trapped in an awkward spot in which he could not escape. “I was starting to get worried that there was no time left” Jon says, as he could hear a train in the distance and started to panic. “As soon as I heard the tracks rumbling with the sound of a train I knew I had to do something fast. There was no time to run for help so my only option was to run to the train and make them stop before they reached Kit” Jon quotes. Jon ran down the tracks until he came to a fork in the road. Jon had to make a decision in which way to go to stop the train. He knew the train was coming from one of tracks and finally stopped the train in time. He could see the train coming and the distance and started jumping up and down, flailing his arms like a bird and fortunately the train saw him and stopped
"The girl stood up and walked to the end of the station. Across, on the other side, were fields of grain and trees
What an idiot!” Selena said as she kissed Ian, long and hard. I took the disgusting opportunity to dig a metal mail opener into the belt wrapped around my jacket. I had three weapons on my body and the advantage of fight training. Against Selena I would win. I didn’t know about Ian. Then I invoked my pretend skills. That was my distraction.
Ada and Ruby heard the shots in the far distance and ran towards them. They ran as fast as their bodies would allow them.
But, it was not Gustave’s father friend it was someone else but their friend was around too. Then, the checked their papers and then they started checking their truck’s back but the soldiers were too lazy to take the heavy barrels and check the truck to see if there was no one in
The hot, arid air burned into my soul as millions of needles pricked my delicate skin. Beads of sweat coursed down my face as I turned towards the window facing the barren desert surrounding me. My family and I were on an ever sought vacation to the Grand Canyon, yet we had to drive from New York to Arizona and I radiated impatience throughout the journey. Walls of heat shrouded me as I gasped for air, yet my efforts were fruitless, swallowing nothing but fire. As my lungs collapsed, I looked out the window and into the heart of the looming sun, taunting me from afar. Suddenly, my eyes gave out and sweat and tears engulfed them till they took their true form. A forest blanketed with soft and gleaming snow, blemished by the phrase: “Only 10 more minutes.” However, I was awakened from my revery by a vehement cry as I gazed into the eyes of tattered vultures, of every discrepancy, with an unforgettably shrill voice. “Who dares enter our land!” they screeched dissonantly. Trembling, my eyes flashed over the sun and I was standing in a perpetual desert, with vulture's eyes glued to me. I froze with fear, though the sun baked my skin.
"I remember it like it was yesterday." Phoebe sighed into her third slice of pizza. Helga finished her amusing tale a few moments ago, around the same time the pizza guy came. The girls took a short break before asking Phoebe to tell them what happened that summer. She knew it was coming. At least she had cheesy heaven to push down those gut wrenching emotions. It wasn't ice cream, but it was the next best thing.
Shoot her!" The man who was holding Ciel shouted. "I should return these back to you." Sebastian observed. The men who shot Sebastian fell.
Alya turns her head. It is Jurgen, a station officer, equipped with his orange vest. Alya frwons while tries to open the padlock.
Eli returns and packs so they can leave, and as they leave Eli tips the woman $5-back then $5 was A LOT of money,
“Another person from the vault? one must have opened up, but know if you do anything bad you will have to deal with me. You understand?” said the sheriff.
Thalia rolled her eyes, seemingly unnerved by the second round of gunfire that echoed behind her. She looked over her shoulder, possibly to see if the men behind her had finally left after the section of the store they were in had gone silent. Thalia turned back to Elliot and snaked a mocha colored arm behind his back as she hoisted him up, which was quite the task, considering Elliot was easily a foot taller than her.