Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Progress Rides the Rails

"To the east he could see a locomotive chugging across the valley, hauling supplies, dark wood smoke boiling up out the its big smoke stack. The faint sound of its whistle came floating across what had once been the Mission's grazing lands. He patted the sorrel's neck. "The clarion call of Progress, Red," he said softly. Then he rode down towards Lopez Stage Station and the old ruined mission beyond it."    (Tejon Trail)

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