Snippet #1369394

Robert rubbed the back of his head, he felt like he had fallen off of a horse, which had come back and trampled him. Peering around, he found that the train car he had been riding in had tipped over and he couldn’t find Joe. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the carpetbag and stumbled over to the door. Grabbing the handle, he yanked several times before the door popped open and nearly knocking him to the floor. Smoke seeped in, stringing his eyes.

Throwing his bag out, the Pinkerton pulled himself out of the door and glanced around. It looked like a nightmare out there, dozens of people wondered around the trains or lay on the grass nearby, limbs broken, blood covered or just simply dazed. Dropping back into the car, he planned to start searching for the murderer he was hunting but he was stopped by a young man grabbing his leg. The fellow’s leg was defiantly broken, as there was a shattered piece of bone sticking out of his flesh.

After hauling the man out of the car, all the time listening to him screaming, Robert jumped back inside, just in time to hear a woman calling out and walking towards him from the other end of the car.

“Over here Ma’am!”