Chapter 3
The next thing he knew, he was pushing his hat down over his eyes to block the fast-moving sunlight filtering through the train windows. It was morning. He was sore; his muscles ached from sleeping sitting up. “I feel like I’ve been working the horses all day. Man, this traveling business is harder than it looks,” he said as he blinked, while searching for his sunglasses. He needed a shower, a decent meal, and a good night’s sleep. He’d be right as rain then. Right as rain…Blake had said that, that snakeskin-wearing bandit. Harry smiled in spite of himself. It had been all right, a good, crazy trip, and even if his sleep had been poor, he did feel better than the day before. His mind had quieted down a bit. It’s this train, he reasoned. The constant movement gets inside your hea
