In Rawhide Town, everybody says "Howdy" and "Pleased to meet you", except for the bad guys and they don't talk much. On a Monday evening, there weren't many folks around but judging from the size of their parking lot they sometimes do quite a business. The railroad passengers consisted of me, two men and a boy. The engineer kept trying to rustle up some business before we pulled out but there just weren't many people to rustle. The trip was not particularly scenic, a few fake buildings in the town of "That-a-way" and a boot hill where everybody seems to have died in 1881.
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