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Chapter Five: “Where’s The Nearest Railway Station?”

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The Sheriff looked a little bit like Adam and Brian’s father: Big, strong and mean. A real life South Texas redneck. Hard as nails and ignorant as a mule. The twins had never once gotten a smile from their father when they were growing up. He used to say they looked too much like their “no good goddamned wetback spic mother.” for them to ever amount to any good.  

“You have yourself a nice day you hear” said the Sheriff.

“Where’s the nearest railway station?”

Henry had called 911 and told the operator that a man that needed medical attention was lying right by the storm drain three miles north of town. When the operator asked who was calling, Henry had hung up the phone. Henry and the twins had decided to walk along the highway. They thought they might get lucky and somebody might decide to give them a ride. They had been walking for two hours and the only three cars that had passed them in that time hadn’t even slowed down. They heard the car coming before they saw it. It was an old red pickup truck. The pickup slowed down and pulled right up to them.

“Where you fella’s headed” said a sun weathered man with red hair and a thick mustache.

“Where’s the nearest railway station?” said Henry.                                                                       

“Amarillo” said the man in the pickup truck.

“That’s where we’re headed” said Henry.

“Well you’re in luck, hop on in back. I’m going to New Braunfels, so I’ll be passing thru Amarillo. My name’s Jimmy.”

“Thanks, I’m Henry and this is Adam and Brian.”

The twins nodded as a way of saying hello and they all climbed on and got settled in the back of the truck. They were quiet, content just to feel the air brush thru their hair. A sense of relief came upon them the moment they realized the pick-up had actually pulled over to pick them up. The sun was setting in the west and the temperature was coming down to a comfortable level.

Jimmy slowed down as he came to a roadblock. Sheriff Bradshaw and two of his deputies were sitting on their cruiser not letting anyone pass.  

“I wonder who they’re looking for?” said Jimmy. When he looked back to see why the guys weren’t answering he realized they weren’t there anymore. The only thing he managed to catch out of the corner of his eye was a quick movement in the underbrush far off to his right.