John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad
It was the middle of the afternoon when I boarded a train in Salt Lake City, Utah that was bound for Las Vegas, Nevada. I had been on many train trips, but I had no idea that this trip was going to be so much different than any trip that I had been on before.
I was the only person sitting in my car which I thought was going to make it a very quiet trip. I always enjoyed looking out at the scenery as I went by regardless of whether it was an urban place or a rural place. I continued to look outside until night came when all I could see was pitch blackness. At that time, there was nothing to see but the inside of the train. I slowly began to get sleepy. My eyes were getting heavy. It was about this time when I felt the…
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