Chapter 5
“Course I can tell you about that ghost train,” Adam Evans said, nodding. “Whole thing happened right in front of my own eyes. Yeah, I started work on that train long time ago, when I was not quite the age you are right now. Had too many people to feed and not enough work to feed ‘em, so that was the end of schooling for me.”
He said work in an old way, almost like wo-eek. George and Sandy were watching him go back in time, his accent shifting from musical old Georgia to that poor, uneducated teenager he’d been. Neither George nor his father had ever been sure how much was playing up for his audience and how much was distant reality.
“Good men on that train, good to me and all them other boys. Least till we got a new conductor. Captain.” Adam snorted and shook his head. “Insis
