A bright spring day, and the sweet fragrant blossoms were
welcome after leaving the thick air of Chicago. Relaxation, it seems, would
have to wait as the St. Louis line slowed and lurched to a stop. Tenny Alverson
looked out to see Federal Marshals mounted on horseback, rifles at the ready.
Damned telegraph.
There wasn’t a moment to lose. She got up, excused herself
from the wretchedly droll conversation with the aged Professor Meyers, and
quickly made for the baggage car. A conductor stepped in front of her as she
reached out to open the passage door.
“May I help you, Miss?”
“Oh, quite. I have
medicine for my ailing father in the baggage car.”
“Describe the luggage to me ma’am, I would be happy to—“
The sensation was like electric shock. He looked down to see
an ivory handled dagger hilt protruding from his chest. Surprise in his eyes
turned to watery confusion when he looked at her angelic face. She answered his
stare with a quiet shush as she gently helped him slump to the ground. He was
dead before his head met the floor.
The knife screeched with complaint as it took both of her
hands to pry it from his chest. She cleaned the blade on his pant leg and
placed it in her corset.
The lawmen’s mad barks echoed as they boarded the train. Ten
seconds later an explosion of splinters burst through the side of the freight
car. Tenny had managed to get to Luke’s motored-cycle, and she flew onto the
old highway.
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