The  busy  lanterns  wagged  among  the  switches,
the  steady  lights  of  the  saloons  shone  along  the
town's  wooden  facade.  From  the  bluffs  that  wall
Green  River  the  sweet,  clean,  sage-brush  wind
blew  down  in  currents  freshly  through  the  coal-
smoke.  A  wrench  passed  through  the  train  from
locomotive  to  caboose,  each  fettered  car  in  turn
strained  into  motion  and  slowly  rolled  over  the
bridge  and  into  silence  from  the  steam  and  the
bells  of  the  railroad  yard.  Through  the  open
windows  of  the  caboose  great  dull-red  cinders
rattled  in,  and  the  whistles  of  distant  Union
Pacific  locomotives  sounded  over  the  open  plains
ominous  and  long,  like  ships  at  sea.
Honey  and  Lin  sat  for  a  while,  making  few
observations  and  far  between,  as  their  way  is  be
tween  whom  flows  a  stream  of  old-time  under
standing.  Mutual  whiskey  and  silence  can  ex
press  much  friendship,  and  eloquently.
"What  are  yu*  doing  at  present?"  Lin  in
quired.
