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everybody off the train. Jostled by other passengers, Georgie Gail raised her arms and shuffled past the man brandishing a gun. she strained her neck trying to obtain a closer look, but the aisle was too crowded. no one said a word, even children sensing a need for silence. the press of bodies generated a touch of moisture beneath her brown wool traveling gown. a whiff of cinnamon from her homemade cologne water merged with the sweet perfumes and hair pomade of neighboring passengers. at the door, two members of the Comer Gang stood on the ground flanking her exit. the February sun dipped behind the trees, blurring the sky with pinks and purples. Watch yer step, miss. Like the desperado inside, a stetson shaded his eyes while a neckerchief covered his face. Holding a gun in one hand, he lifted his other in assistance. swallowing, she slipped her gloved hand into his. He squeezed, helping her make the leap from car to ground. thank you. the automatic response was out before she could recall it. Maam. Hands up, now. 9
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hat left behind on the train. Did it have a fetching brown ribbon wrapped around a straw crown? Yes, sir, Rosella breathed. it did. thatd probably be it, then. so dont you worry none. a full head taller than Georgie, he turned his attention to her. Might i have a look-see inside your reticule, miss? Blue. His eyes were definitely blue with thick brows above them. Lowering her arms, she slid her handbag to her wrist. shes a telephone operator, Rosella offered, her voice filled with awe. the man paused and looked again at Georgie. that a fact? You run a switchboard? i do. Where abouts? Washington County. Leaning back, he angled his head for a better view beneath her hat. Dont reckon ive ever met a real switchboard operator. then id say were even, sir. she slid her fingers into the mouth of her bag, loosening its strings. ive never met a real train robber. His eyes crinkled; then he peeked inside the reticule and gently pushed it back toward her. thank you, miss. But . . . dont you want the money? You on your own? i am. You earn that money telephone operatin? i did. Well, you go on and keep it, then. Her shoulders relaxed. thank you. My pleasure. He continued down the line, but instead of grabbing purses or yanking watches from their chains, he reassured an elderly woman, refusing her handbag and telling her to put her arms down. i reckon theyre awfully tired by now. a few steps later, he gave a thin, pallid youth a few coins hed taken from the express car. is that Frank Comer? Rosella whispered. the real Frank Comer? 11
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her, amazed at how the earth trembled in response to the scrambling men and beasts. Rosella began to whimper. Curling up, Georgie pulled the child closer, murmuring words of comfort. as quickly as it started, the clash between the outlaws and the charging lawman ended. the tremors, the gunshots, the shouts . . . all replaced with stillness. Georgie remained frozen on the ground. Rhythmic hisses of steam escaped the trains cylinders. the smell of coal and oil mixed with gunpowder. Before long her head began to throb where the hatpin pressed. a rock beneath her skirts gouged her hip. the top of her left foot itched within her boot. and dirt continued to tickle her nose. Can we get up? Rosella whispered. But the men were already rising and assisting women and children to their feet. Rosella! a woman cried. Mama! Rosella scrambled upright. i didnt lose my hat; its still on the train. the mothers response was lost to Georgie as the woman hugged her daughter and moved away, talking excitedly. its okay, miss. You can get up now. a fellow passenger extended a large, beefy hand into Georgies line of vision. she tried to use it for leverage, but her skirts had been hopelessly tangled by Rosella and she couldnt rise. Beg your pardon, miss. Grasping her waist, he swung her up, plunking her to her feet. she swallowed a cry of surprise. thank you, sir. even with his hat, he was an inch or two shorter than she and quite stout. there now, no need to be frightened. Looks like one o them texas Rangers got wind of Comers plans and hightailed it this way. shaking her skirts, she glanced toward the engine car at the front of the train. the engineer stood toe to toe with a man whose features she couldnt make out, particularly with the sun now having set and twilight fully upon them. But she could see his silhouette. tall. Broad. Muscular. and cocky. 13
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wearing in this light, much less the clothings quality. all she could see was a cowboy hat, a vest, and a gun belt with two holsters. LOO-she-us, his wife replied, drawing out the syllables. such a strange name. and look at his beard. i thought he wore a big, bushy mustache. normally he does. But you heard him; hes been on the trail for weeks. the Ranger stopped several yards away and questioned two men at the front of the line. a woman in a black mourning gown began to quietly sob. Well know soon enough. the portly man lowered his voice even more. if his guns have bone handles carved with a boy on the right pistol and a girl on the leftclosest to his heartthen its Landrum. the conductor emerged from the train with a lantern and walked it over to the Ranger, who moved within a few feet of Georgie. the light revealed a fine white stetson. a big bushy beard. an olive shirt. a black string tie. and a gun belt strapped about his hips. a massive emblem buckle made of gold and silver held it together. she squinted, but couldnt make out the handles of his pistols. and you didnt see anything? Landrum asked the short man and his wife. Hear anything? nothing at all? Well, they kept saying, Hands up, the wife offered. Landrum rubbed his eyes. Between the shadow from his hat and the full beard, his face was every bit as hard to discern as the outlaws. any distinguishing features, maam? a disfigured eye, a scar? anything at all would be helpful. the couple looked at each other, as if it would help them remember something profound. But Georgie knew the Ranger was wasting his time. Frank Comer was nothing short of a legend in texas. He rode fast horses, robbed trains, outwitted the law, and spread his newfound wealth wherever he went. Georgie had no doubt the man could knock on any door in the state and be welcomed, fed, and harbored. no. the passengers on this train would become celebrities in 15
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no! the little fellow screamed, throwing himself into his mothers arms. swooping him up and hugging him tight, she followed the same path as the widow. the rest of the passengers did the same, all giving a wide berth to texas Ranger Lucious Landrum.
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