![]() ![]() We had passed through the Beaverhead Valley, which now gave way to buildings and what appeared to be a train station, as a platform approached.Īre you nervous, my dear? asked Genevieve. She held a white handkerchief to her mouth. We suspected the motion of the locomotive had made her queasy. Are you feeling better, Sissy? I rarely addressed her by her given name, the woman a trusted friend who had been in my company for years. I glanced at my traveling companions, my chaperone, Genevieve Barker, to my right, while my maid, Susan Whitmore, occupied the seat before us. He brushed past us to reach the next compartment, where he disappeared from sight. I don’t plan to travel again for a while, sir. Perhaps we’ll be seeing you in the future on one of our trains. I smiled weakly, exhausted by days of travel and lack of sleep. Will Dillon be your final destination? He grinned, which revealed crooked teeth. I do hope you’ve enjoyed your time with us on the Union Pacific. He glanced at a silver pocket watch and slid the timepiece into the pocket of a dark jacket. ![]() Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving in Dillon momentarily, announced the car attendant. ![]()
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