CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
Reid watched his own feet as he fell. It was a strange sensation, falling onto something that was moving below him. The train chugged forward even as he dropped toward it; for a brief moment, it looked like he would miss it entirely, as if the last freight car would rush out from under him before he landed.
Then his feet found purchase on the solid but unsteady surface.
He reeled, misjudging the momentum of a literal speeding freight train, and his feet flew out from under him. He tumbled onto his back and into a roll, but he didn’t have the runway to land it. His hands shot out, grabbing onto anything they could find—the top rung of a rusty ladder at the rear of the car. The bottom half of his body swung out over nothing, but he held fast.
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