One time in Pasco, I caught an empty on the fly. Set my stuff down near the door ‘n settled in for the ride, ‘n after my eyes got adjusted to the dark, I could see this lump over in the far corner. I goes over to check on it ‘n I seen it was a guy layin’ there. He weren’t movin’. I nudged him with my boot, ‘n he was stiff as a board. Dead. Rode all the way to Spookaloo with that dead body in the car. Don’t know who he was, didn’t touch his stuff. Rails prob’ly found him sooner er later.

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