Wyoming Wildfire
“She reached out to the figure that grew steadily smaller in the distance, tried to will his horse to run faster, but the train whistle blew furiously, trumpeting its defiance again and again. In desperation, she called out to him, but no sound came from her throat; still the train continued its triumphant shrieking, louder and LOUDER and LOUDER! Sibyl woke up with a jolt.
The room was in utter darkness. Frightened, she fumbled with the bedside lamp, found the matches, and stared before her with anxious eyes until the dim light showed packed and corded trunks against the far wall. The tension slowly left her body; she was still at the Elkhorn, in her own room, and in her own bed.
Then what was the harrowing noise that sounded like the shriek of a train whistle? Sibyl threw back the covers; the bitter cold of the room bit at her flesh as though she were naked. She slipped her feet into fur-lined slippers and drew on a thick, servicable robe. Outside the whistling noise rose to a piercin...g intensity, howling and moaning around the corners of the house.MoreLess
The room was in utter darkness. Frightened, she fumbled with the bedside lamp, found the matches, and stared before her with anxious eyes until the dim light showed packed and corded trunks against the far wall. The tension slowly left her body; she was still at the Elkhorn, in her own room, and in her own bed.
Then what was the harrowing noise that sounded like the shriek of a train whistle? Sibyl threw back the covers; the bitter cold of the room bit at her flesh as though she were naked. She slipped her feet into fur-lined slippers and drew on a thick, servicable robe. Outside the whistling noise rose to a piercin...g intensity, howling and moaning around the corners of the house.MoreLess
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