Chapter Eleven
A small stockyard, with wooden holding pens half-filled with snorting cattle, ran parallel to five sets of train tracks. The O’Sullivan siblings stood and stared at the pens.
“We need to get through here, then climb over the empty pens and onto the railroad tracks,” Patrick directed with just a hint of concern.
“I won’t do it. This is stupid,” Katherine said defiantly.
Patrick let out a long sigh. Not now, he thought. “It will take too much time to go around. We need to climb into this pen right here and go out the other side, then onto the landing, go around the building, and down onto the tracks.”
Katherine folded her arms with determination. This was too much, too dangerous. Was she the only one with any sense in this family? “That is too dangerous. We could fall in
