Dawn reached over Miss Penny Waistcoat's back and lit on the neck of the Arab, his black coat shining with the sudden light. They were both tired; she'd stopped once to rest and water them both. They'd managed to leave the train far behind.

Slowing him to a careful walk, she glanced up ahead, watching for the old disused railroad water tower. (But of course they ahd steam trains there, too! Nicht? Even the Express? But not using this tower!) As the sun rose higher in the sky, she saw it, there, just a few yards away. Glancing around she watched for anyone astir. She stopped, led the horse into the copse nearby, tied him to a tree and took off the saddle and blanket.
Rest well, my fine boyo...you've done a good job, but we may have to run for it, again.
*Mach schnell, bitte*
Oh! Not, yet! Down boy, down!
*Um...schlafen zie, ist gut!*

As she walked towards the water tower, she began to whistle...As I walked out in the streets of Laredo...she stopped, turning her head to listen for a reply. From inside the water tower came a faint As I walked out in Laredo one day...

James? Is that you? Put the ladder down, so I can come up. Villenueve is dead and the papers are lost! Is Artie with you?
*I've had the worst night. Get yer sorry ass down here and help me and make me a cuppa! And, it better be dry in there!*