Chick-uh chick-uh, chick-uh chick-uh.
From beneath the train, iron wheels clacked against their rails, speeding along the track as one, great beast. Giant plumes of steam shot from its metal smokestack as it roared along the plains. The horizon stretched out for miles and miles of flat land. It was devilishly hot inside, even with the train windows cracked to allow in the desert air. Ladies fanned themselves, and gentlemen pat their sweat casually whilst reading the newspaper. Currently, the train was on its way from Georgia, through Mississippi, and into the new land of the Arkansas territory. Directly in the middle of the compartment, riding beside her mother, little ten-year-old Violet Donovan stared out the window, watching the horizon pass by.
Violet was the curious sort, with big b
