Chapter 8
1901Adam was getting a drink of water back in the dining car when J.W. went charging through like a roaring bull, not giving a damn who saw him or heard what he had in his mind. The boy’s jaw dropped at the foul words boiling out of the man’s mouth. Before the grandmotherly black woman who ran the kitchen could grab him, Adam ran forward after J.W.
He was sure he’d be last in line trailing behind, but everyone else was frozen in open-mouthed shock or trying to disappear. Even after Adam passed by, only a handful of the older boys fell in behind him. They all stopped at the coal car.
Even caught up in the relentless need to follow the shouting he heard over the noise of the train, Adam knew he should stop too. Crossing between the cars was hard enough when the train was sitting
